Last night I woke up four or five times feeling vaguely anxious, which is pretty much the story of this past week, even though I have nothing in particular to feel anxious about.  At times like this, the superstitious part of my brain starts thinking, "This is a premonition that something terrible is going to happen."

At our ages of 65 and 80, I told Adrian that from now on we were either going to hear bad news or be bad news.  It's a natural part of the life-cycle.  So on that basis alone,...