Sixty Eight

 Here's an epiphany I had the other day. Up to this point I've previous owned four houses, all of which I owned for six years. So, this is my fifth house, which I moved into this year, when I'm sixty two, and using irrefutable mathematic logic, I'll live in it for six years. Now, at that point I'll be sixty eight. Theoretically we could move to Portugal in 2028 (although I suspect it would be earlier), although I guess we could have already moved and then just sold the cabin that year - or Janet might toss me out at sixty-eight, although she's an awfully kind soul (but I wear on people, obviously) - or I could just kick the bucket. I'm going to bet on the latter. If that's the case I want the props for a brilliant prediction.