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Have a look at 2FAS. Open source. Works for me. 2fas.com

A giant slice of Costco pumpkin pie with a gallon of whipped cream on top. Anyone who expresses disapproval is secretly envious.

Never am.

Nothing for sale here. Only answering the question. YMMV.

Using perplexity.ai. Feels like having a digital assistant that researchs the web, brings the information back, summarizes what it found, and presents it to me in a digestible form. It’s changed the way I use search. Feels like next level search.

OK Boomer has entered the chat. Seems most comments are from those looking forward. I left the paycheck life in 2019. Except for 2020 (catching up on every episode of The Office), I’ve been having a measured good time. I have lucky stars to thank. Got married in ’85. Adopted a daughter in ’91. Wife and I inherited a home when my mom died. We spent 30 years saving for retirement instead of paying a mortgage/rent. Was self-employed the whole time in marketing communications. Wife was a mid-level manager in health services, retired 2 years before me. We spent decades living below our means. I threw the towel in at 62. I think being self-employed (and a one-man show) prepared me for my after work life. I wasn’t going to miss the office life and friends because I didn’t have any, in the conventional sense. These days I work in the garden, getting dirt in my fingernails. I teach QiGong and Tai Chi pro-bono to a dedicated senior group at a local park, and I’m getting a similar gig with the city rec services to do the same. I’m a small-time landlord (one-unit granny flat behind the house). I recently transitioned from Mac to Windows (sorry Linux users, I know…) with great success. I drive a 25 year old stick-shift Toyota truck and hope it makes it to 300K. At 66, I exercise almost every day, and while I could be convinced to take a nap in the afternoon, I never do. My wife is a pickleball queen, and we manage to have lives together and apart. We both have pretty good health for oldies. Several of my peers have died recently, and the end of the road looms closer for me than ever before. My life is devoted to staying healthy and paying it forward as long as I can keep it together.

Forcing myself to watch this thing. I think I’m getting a rash.

Daily.

Resist as much as possible without getting killed. BTW, I’m an Old-White-Guy Boomer. Not all people in my generation are lining up to kiss Trump’s ass…

Today: 203,067 miles. 85% of the distance to the moon. Destination, the Sea of Longevity.

1999 Toyota Tacoma. A dinky two-door job. Still running. It’s old enough to buy itself a drink. Has a shell on the back. I’m the kind of guy who runs the car until it runs no more or isn’t cost affordable. Get regular oil changes, general maintenance, nothing spectacular. A life utility vehicle. Little rusty around the edges, and definitely a car for an old dude who doesn’t have to impress the chicks. As a matter of fact, it tends to attract older guys, like me, who walk up and say “that is such a cool truck.”