At 73, I have, as many this age do, concerns about length of life. I eat pretty well, don't exercise much but I'm ok. But you know what? I absolutely REFUSE to die before this planet is trump-free. Of course I have hobbies and do things (I'm on a plan to learn something new each month, so far Tai Chi, baking bread from scratch, origami, building a model from a kit, and this month is learning to play a song on the recorder--upcoming is learning a magic trick or two or three, and making beer at home), but my goal is to live in a world without that asshole. I'm sure we will see and hear about him for months after he is gone, but having him stop breathing will be the beginning of the end, and I look forward to that. Yeah, yeah, there will be another one, but not with that whiny voice.