And Now I Think I'll Start Over...A Month Before My Seventieth Birthday

Once again, I think I've timed it about right.  My whole life has been a series of brilliantly--if unconsciously--timed...shall I call them "Apparitions"?  "Episodes"?  "Vicende"?  Anyway, now that I'm seventy years old, I sense with amusement and relief that there are a lot of bad things that I just barely made it under the wire to not have to deal with--my $98,000 student loan debt, for example.  Ha ha!  And there are other things that I'm too sleepy just now to handle.