Prologue
How do I know I'm getting closer to life's back nine? I'm sitting here, watching Jeopardy and filling up on clear fluids in preparation of my colonoscopy tomorrow. I've been quite secretive of my appointment with friends and acquaintances, fearing that a revelation would seal my fate as not so young anymore, as if my crows feet and Canoe Lake Park sweatshirt didn't give it away. But this is where I am, fighting against an opponent that has never lost: time. It seems as if it's going just a touch quicker than it used to. The more I think about it, time went veeeerrrry slowly when I had nothing going on and, frankly, was looking forward to it all being over. Time tends to speed up quite a bit when things are going well. This isn't much of a hot take. It's pretty simple science that your life will go by quite a bit quicker if you're everywhere every day rather than sitting in your living room, alone, watching a full season of Shark Tank. So, I guess I...