Every time a friend dies who's younger than I am, it's another reminder that I'm in the last chapter of my little hike through the world. Long-range planning doesn't take up a lot of my time these days.
I'm still digging up dirt to plant a garden this spring, though. I have hopes yet of being above ground when my next novel comes out in February. I feel pretty good. I think I can keep on keeping on for another year, at least.
Just in case I do a little better than that, I've started writing another book. If I'm not around to finish it, I will have at least had some fun on my way out.