I listened to Dad talk for twenty minutes today, about what his financial plans are now that he’s “fifty-eight and a half.” He got talking about his financial situation and how he has put himself in a place where he can spend a little money now. He talked about the “icing on the cake” of finding out his long term disability should last until sixty-five instead of sixty. I can’t quite tell if he expects to be alive when he’s sixty-five. I don’t think so.

Thus, the next car will have heated seats, and he’s going to get the house painted.