This being alive business is less and less to my liking every day and armed with the knowledge that it will never improve it would be great if it would cease and desist. After my mission of course, but yes.
Seriously. I live in the land of the certifiably insane. I am old and much frailer than I should be. Going blind. Women would rather get bubonic plague than let me kiss them. So what, I ask you, is the point? What might a poit be? Waiting to see what is in the pyramid? Waiting to see the life on Enceladus? I do not think it will be possible to wait that long.
The only hope is a better landing for my soul in the next round. Not that there will be any remembrance of this fiasco. But there was a lot of great music, tasty food and some of the creatures were both gorgeous and delicious.