Raiméis

…eventually.
Been on holidays all last week, except Monday when I had to go to Estonia on business. I’ve also been fucked with the flu for the past week … which makes my first post of the week somewhat relevant- via Balrog I found this “death test” which tries to estimate when you will die, so February 2056 is when I will meet my maker, at the grand age of 82.9. A bit optimistic I reckon, I don’t mind when I go as long as I don’t reach the stage of lying in a nursing home having some dirt-ugly bitter middle aged nurse spoon feeding me and giving me a bed bath, i’d prefer to go when everything is still in decent enough working order. I suppose I should add that it’s my birthday today, is there a better day to be thinking about death..!