For last Saturday’s post, I calculated that I had lived 26,958 days. This startled me. I doublechecked the Math because I thought the number was too low. I had also slept away a good 25% of each of those days. The number 26,958 is very finite, unlike budgets and spending bills for trillions or bazillions which I cannot comprehend or visualize. If you have a job that pays $26,958 per year, you know exactly how finite that number is. If you want to buy a car for $26,958, you can visualize that number and see that you cannot afford it on a $26,958 salary. When I was very young, I thought living to age 73 came with an infinite amount of days. If I understood how little time that really was, I would not have wasted a couple extra years not getting toilet trained. I would not have “gone drinking” as an activity for so many hours of so many days. Sure, go to a football game and have a few beers, go to a restaurant and order cocktails with dinner, disrupt your ex-girlfriends wedding by getting drunk and disorderly. But what was that activity we called “going drinking?” Thankfully I cannot remember much of it but apparently we thought we had so much time that we wanted to waste some of it by just drinking alcohol until we passed out or got arrested. As I have aged, I realize how valuable time is. That’s why I sit at a screen well into the wee hours of the morning restarting a spider solitaire game over and over because I know I can beat it. At least I am making efficient use of my time by drinking while I play.