Eeh! Don't worry about it, Yota.

Ya see, once you learn (like I did at about age 50) to accept the idea that you'll probably never do, say, or write anything of major importance, and thus no one will even remember you 40 years after you die, all that "mid-life crisis" crap just floats off your weary shoulders like a little bitty butterfly taking flight.

(...gee, I hope this helps!)



Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)