I ain’t got no bejeebers left dang it. I used to wake up in a cold sweat, now I sleep like a baby, I have some strange dreams but not nightmares. I have already accepted the fact that the USA is gone and the part I hate the worst is that at my age, going on seventy, I feel great physically, I almost wish I had a terminal illness with half an hour left. I’m probably going to have to witness this disaster for a long time yet unless I am one of the first to be shot.
Just mention that you’re a FReeper and you’ll get front of the line privileges. :-(
We’re in the same place, Rip.
I think a lot of us oldsters have just stopped fretting and gone to keepin’ on.