It's All Gravy, Baby!

Perhaps the best news in months was given me, courtesy of this website, sent me by a friend: I'm living on borrowed time!

It's often questioned how differently we'd conduct our lives if we knew when we were going to die. I know, in my case, I'd do a much better job of spending money, not so much on acquisitions, but in travel. If I knew I had a year to live, say, I'd be on a boat or plane pronto, and would do my best to see as much of the world as I could before I died.

The one thing, and I try to do this, anyway, is I want to make sure every one knows how important they are to me. I may or may not have spent all my kisses, but I do hope those who've touched me know it. It would be sad to die while holding a grudge or being angry at someone, especially if the slight I think they've done to me is one I've done, too. I try to live by the simple car analogy: instead of becoming angered when I'm cut off, I recall when I've done it to others. We all live with the same rules.

So, if you're reading this...thanks. I can only hope the time you've spent has been worth it.

The good news about my missed appointment with the reaper isn't that I've outlived my usefulness (as the cynics may claim), but that I have a great deal more freedom now (the real kind, not Bush's). I wish I had more faith in the site, though.

It's tempting, now, to liquidate everything and take off. Not prudent, but it seems I could go at any time, and I've already begun looking for reapers out of the corners of my eyes.