I've come to the conclusion...

that over the past year I've been living my life thirty days at a time.  Worrying about paying rent, paying bills.  Instead of thinking, "Good - I don't have to worry about that for another month," I find myself thinking: "Okay, now I have another thirty days to worry about that."  Not productive.  Not conducive to accomplishing anything of substance.

I just can't do it any more.

Smart man, Abe Lincoln.  Shot in the head in a theater.  Terrible way to go.  No one is sure if Mrs. Lincoln enjoyed her evening or not.  So on the advice of our sixteenth President, I've decided to stop worrying.  Well, maybe not completely - but about things that really matter.  Like this guy here.

 Or the end of life as we know it.

Or other possible threats.