i’ve decided that if there is such a thing as reincarnation (and why not?), i don’t want to come back. when people ask, in casual conversation, “what do you want to come back as?” i used to say, “a cat.” cats seem to have a kind of life i’d like to have. but now, i think i’d just prefer not to come back at all. i’d just like to be all done, when i’m all done. i’m not in any hurry to get there, but when my time comes, i’d rather just be all done.