November 8, 2019:
Am I losing my connection to life? Have age and health begun to suggest preparing for checkout?
No, I don't think so.
I think I've come to see the river of change as a river of sorrows, so that every new sorrow is just one more, where the ones that came before were worse.
Or perhaps I've come to terms with solitude. Which, in so many ways, I like. Where no-one can tell me I've worked for too many hours today; or to stop eating potato chips.