Wow, you pack a lot into a day!! My Mom turned 90 this year and ever since, it feels like I’m obsessed with the passing of time. Sands of time, trickling into the bottom of the hourglass and they won’t stop to let a person rest or sleep or read a book and no matter what you do, they just keep slipping away. Which is a long way to say I can understand the obsession with death. For me that obsession is time.