Time is depressing

Einstein said it's relative.  He's probably right.  I know time spent with relatives passes slowly.  (I'm actually blogging this last week, so how's that for relativity?  And I almost forgot to post it.  How's that for stupid?)

But back to depressing:  You've probably figured out that I'm using an online calculator to figure out how long (1 year, 10 months, 3 days) it is until I can retire.  It's a pretty cool website:  

http://www.timeanddate.com.

Problem is, there are a lot things you can calculate.  Big time waster.  Time I could be wasting looking at kitties or dancing hamsters.  Last week (or a couple of minutes ago, time is relative after all) when I was calculating times for all my April blogs, I noticed a link on the page labelled "Find when you are 1 billion seconds old."  So of course I did.  1989.  I passed a billion and a half in 2004.  I'll hit 2 billion on 9/11/2020.  If I live that long.

You probably think that's morbid thinking.  Let me show you morbid.  My Dad passed away several years ago at the age of 80.  His older sister preceeded him, also at the age of 80.  Their ages at death were so close, I thought I'd check on how close.  I was able to get my Dad's dates from an internet obituary, but I couldn't find hers.  (It seems to me that when we paid for her funeral they said we had a "perpetual" internet memorial.  I'm going to look into that.  Anyway, I was able to determine that my Dad lived 29,338 days.  On Sunday, August 23, 2037 I will be the same age as my father.  If I live that long.

So you kids get off my lawn.  I can retire in 674 days.  If I live that long.