I had no sooner finished with the previous entry when I saw a problem with my sentiments: It's all about me, me, me.
At my age, with eternity looking me right in the eye, I should be thinking, "My time is limited; what can I do to make the world a better place?" Or, "What can I do for my fellow man?"
Oh no, not me! I'm just concerned with having all the fun I possibly can before I die. Must be a result of being my mother's only birth-child, or the baby of the family.
Hmmm, I'll have to think on this awhile.
Added later: OK, I've pondered awhile. Nothing changed. Sorry.