I digressed into some navel-staring that probably isn't even suited to Pubski. After 2735 days, no one is surprised.
I'm in Seattle for now, and grappling with the fact that my chosen avocation serves the wrong side of the inequality divide.
Quoth Victor Hugo, "forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age." That makes me too old to be young but too young to be old, at least for now.