Three Score and Ten Years and Seven Months and Eleven Days

   Sipping the Nicaraguan blend which I have lately been fancying, contemplating the day of necessary business which lies before me:  (1) paying the rent; (2) getting my amphetamine prescription; (3) seeing my Case Manager; (4) getting my amphetamine prescription filled.  Scurry, scurry, scurry, like a provident squirrel, all over downtown Honolulu.  Thence to return to scrub my floors and wash my windows.  Could these be the best of times?  Considering that I play bridge twice a week--yes, I reckon they must be.