Then a further thought, as if from God, maybe one plus one does equal two, and they could both be mine. Weirdly, I think back to something I read in the past as I consider how to prepare for the future. So I’m getting ahead of my life and going down to town to the twisting Housatonic River to scatter my ashes in advance. I just hope the stench from the waste processing plant on the other side of the river doesn’t spoil the ceremony. But you can’t say I’m not preparing.