"A Sobering Number"

22 X 365 = 8030

No! That cant be right?

Do the math again!

22 X365 = 8030.

One more time!

22 X 365 = 8030!!!!!

Holy Crap!

You will probably recall my intention to live til I'm 80, and that indeed gives me another 8000 or so days.

I don't know what result I expected to see when I put the numbers into the calculator, but it surely was something with more digits. I don't want to frighten anyone out there who loves me, but 8030 sounds like a very small number. Oh, and not to forget that I've already used up 11 of them since my birthday.

When's the next leap year? I can still gain a few back!!

You see the thing that got me doing the math in the first place was the sense that maybe I peed this particular day away. I say a sense, because I'm still evaluating.

Here's how it went.

I got up at about 6:15 to check to see if the driveway needed any attention to allow Adrian out to work. Nothing needed done there, and so I crawled back into bed and tried to go back to sleep. That didn't work so I got up and made myself a coffee to accompany a couple of Deb's fabulous muffins. After reading for a bit I managed to dose off again, and then after a bunch of stalling headed to the basement for my long ride.

A couple of hours down there, a bite of lunch, and then off to London to do a little Xmas shopping for the grandchildren. Spent a couple of hours in stores, and after a torturous 1 1/2 hours through blowing snow and a major accident induced detour, arrived back home.

Then supper, write a short blog post, and the day is over!

I would say I peed the 8025th last day of my life away, wouldn't you?

Ah, but wait!

I forgot something.

While I was in London, about mid afternoon, I got a phone call.

It was from this guy.



You see he had a small technical car problem, which I was able to help him out with. And as I think back now, when we parted, he specifically said, "Thanks for the life lesson, Dad"

How the hell am I gonna top that tomorrow??

Basement ride. 2:15

“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”--- Mark Twain

Love
Peter