Fsck entropy

This is the time of year when everything seems to be going to hell. The world outside is dying: leaves are falling off the trees, birds have gone south, chipmunks and other small creatures are about to go into hibernation.

This year I seem to be drowning in technical problems at various radio stations. My father is 86 and can no longer walk very far. My country is being taken over by forces of darkness, ignorance, and unreason. I am hard pressed to keep up with various things at home I need to do, and I have friends in need.

It occurs to me that I probably have no more than ten years to find a way to make a living that doesn't require as much physical stamina as my current occupation. I had to carry an oscilloscope and a full tool box to Newton on Friday, and my arms still ache.

I want to move to St. Helena, or some other out of the way place where it won't matter if the rest of the world descends into chaos.