In fact, I can afford to live to the age of 105. My financial planner says so. Barring a fall, disease, an unforeseen accident, a war or a stock market collapse - whatever - and never mind the quality of life as I slide down the slippery slope, I am greatly reassured. My competent son (though sometimes one wonders) says I should stop whining now. I'll try.
More anon, but for now I'm just checking in (not checking out). I have files to do before I sleep.