I will not live to see this day − 31 March, 2075

My family is not known for its longevity. I don't know of any centenaries perched on the branches of the old family tree. No, we're not made for the long haul; in my family, we go crazy, we succumb to cancer, and our hearts and minds fail. I will not live to see this day.

But it's different for Marja. Her grandmother lived to be 95 and could still beat either of us at cribbage if she wanted to (and with proper caffeination). Marja's aunt and mother are both near retirement and neither have any plans to retire. They're smart, witty, and keen.

So is Marja. Every day. Including this one.