I had cakes and wine tonight. And gossip. The gossip/philosophical discussion covered the modern standards -- booze, drugs, paedophiles and the irritations of husbands (not that I have one, of course). And the perennial favourite for women: aging. There was a brief discussion on pubic hair and then we moved onto the observances of a requiem mass. Apparently the aged priests don't appreciate an extended period of eulogising. Maybe they know something the rest of us don't. But all the while I was fretting about dying wondering. I think life could be a little shorter than one realises. Or a little longer. Either way, I don't want to die wondering.
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