No one can really know how much time they have left to live, though some have a better idea than others – the terminally ill, those about to attempt suicide, or those who are under heavy fire, for example. The rest of us, if we don’t just ignore the ticking clock, may from time to time do a little best-case scenario calculation. I do. I am 56 now, so I have at best another 30 years of life of a reasonable quality, probably fewer given my father died from heart problems at 70 and my mother ha...
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