Good morning. I hope that you slept well and that you feel well. As for myself, I'm suspicious of the presumption to be able to calibrate the quantity and quality of what remains of my existence, since my accounting would reflect my mood, which fluctuates between my mother's lamentation "Ich kann nicht mehr!" and my father's pseudo-military exhortation: "Keine Muedigkeit vorgeschuetzt!" or more colloquially: "Stell dich nicht so an."