You are welcome, of course, and thanks for the heads up. I look forward to your new story.
Writing my response was an exercise in introspection as well. Reading it later I felt that my “All bets are off after age 80!” comment might seem incongruous considering my lust for life; and indeed no one loves life more than the aged. The reason for that comment stems more from a perspective grounded in the experiences of caring for elderly loved ones. One, a survivor of the battle of Iwo Jima, told me that surviving the grinding difficulty of old age felt just as random as that battle where a tiny piece of flying shrapnel two inches this way or that way meant the difference between your death versus the next guy’s. My mother, before the stroke that turned her into a smiling inquisitive 4 year old still in diapers, used to tell me, “Everyday past 80 was a blessing and everyday past 90 is a bucket of shit! She grew up on a ranch, of course. The point I’m trying to make is that past age 80, there are so many forces of entropy overcoming our ability to resist by then that to assume immunity from them due to some special character traits or lifestyle routines is the silliest kind of arrogance. Kinda like someone saying they will never be in a car accident just because they ALWAYS wear their seat belt!
Anyway, enough with reading my ramblings…you have a story to write.