When I first watched 2001: A Space Odyssey an eternity ago, I never imagined I would experience that exact scene myself before turning 50.

I am afraid. My mind is going. I can feel it.

My mind truly is going; I find myself forgetting the beginning of a five-page document before I even reach the end.

How am I supposed to find a job? How am I supposed to support myself?

I should not be living alone.