Predictions Coming True

Made it to the end of a tube of chap-stick this morning. There's an odd satisfaction to this event, a very livable addiction. Also, my feet have to sweat a little more than is comfortable and while I'm not to the point where I'm changing my socks to drive the tunnel to Canada, it's causing me a little concern. Still, I think I have a solid decade before I'm falling asleep in front of the NASA channel.