This is perhaps the closest I’ll get to speaking from beyond the grave: my phone, set to speaker mode, cutting through the silence in my apartment as I talk about postmortem arrangements with a funeral home employee.
My husband is 17 years older than I am. When should we plan to retire?
As the year rounds out, I’m realizing the lengths I go to just so I can avoid being caught out unawares.
In three months we’ll either look at this and say “good planning!” or look at it and laugh.