Okay, here's an idea.

[avevale_intelligencer]

Lots of people have done the census thing, and I've enjoyed reading them.

So how about this?

March 2021: living in modest detached house on Devon coast with Countess and three or four cats. Employed part-time at a local bookshop, but income from books and albums helps to cover bills. Countess still enjoying benefits of miracle cure for diabetic complications discovered in 2017, and finding blood sugar much easier to keep under control when exercise isn't agony. Discussing twenty-volume collector's edition of Mershane Chronicles with publisher, and looking forward to Nycon 26.

If you like this idea, post your ten-years-hence either as a comment or in your own journal. Feel free to be as wishful or as brutally honest as you desire.

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[howeird]

March 2021: The artificial heart implant was a success, which brings the tally of replacement parts to 12: Two kidneys, one pancreas, two knees, one hip, three vertebrae, one liver and I'm also counting both hearing aids. Life has been much better after the chip was embedded in my brain which continues to treat my food addiction. Who would have thought one could survive happily on three little green wafers and 24 ounces of water a day. Excuse me, 0.75 liters of water. Never will understand metric at a visceral level. And for the record, soylent green is not people, it is soy and algae and cats.

I'm fully retired now, thanks to my Wisconsin State Employee pension. I only worked for them for a year (telecommuting from my beachfront cottage on the shores of the Andaman Sea) - unions are a wonderful thing.

Have to log off now, my girlfriends have dropped off their children for me to babysit while they make their next porn movie. The kids are great, I can't wait till they are old enough to filk to.