There is something frightening about slithering down this slope of the demographic fulcrum. Within the next ten years, if my family history foretells mine, I need to accomplish any work I want to get done that requires me to fire on all, or most, of my cylinders. That I may choose to fritter those years away scrolling through Facebook, or fretting over my dirty countertops, or pushing work down the road until I have more time...
well, that's horrifying. And that's life. We waste our time: expertly, profligately, unceasingly. The wonder is when we don't.
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