The "getting old" shit is hitting the fan around here.
In slow motion.
Just call me Cassandro.
(masc. form of Cassandra, ill-fated future-teller in the Oriesteia. Or some such.)
Seeing that using adrenaline to "power on through" has become a habit that is mal-adapted to high levels of long term stress.
Don't talk to me about progress in science until there is a non-poisonous, non-addictive alcohol replacement that comes, not from Vipassana meditation courses, but in a bottle.
