Thanks to Jane I found out I'm going to live to 72.




And my brother seemed to have dropped off the map until I caught up with his blog. Doesn't seemt o have an RSS feed though. Odd.

Most days I wonder if I should ring my father. Well at least once a week. To be honest, he doesn't seem to take any interest in my life and any now mostly seems to be related to his supposed will, which he told me last year he hadn't made. After telling me he would write me out of it if I didn't keep in touch.

Along with that I'm generally feeling confused and unsure of what I want to do in my life - sometimes just being at home seems to be too little - perhaps I had larger ideas when I was a kid from too much science fiction. Now I'm too old to be a professional pilot much less astronaut. I guess I'm going though the stage where I figure out what makes me happy. I gather a lot of people do this somewhat earlier in life. Though others don't.

Well, this turned out to be much longer than I thought. I was only just going to do the when I die thing and it turned into a ramble.

I want some toast. Off to make some.