How is it that as the clock winds down, the years remaining seem to speed up and the prospects for completing bucket-lists become slimmer? Not that I’m a bucket-list person. I’m more of a see-what’s-around-the-corner-and-take-advantage-of-whatever-it-is type. There is no prospect of globe-trotting, horseback riding, sailing or romance around the corner. Instead there is space and time for writing, painting, and learning. As for thrills, there is still driving fast. Speeding around corners is no longer in anticipation of adventure, but for the enjoyment of how well I can hug them. And still, you never know what curves lie in wait.