Having one of those moments - AGAIN - where those two half-finished dissertations lounging around in my past are like, "YOU KNOW, you're not single-parenting a young child anymore, you COULD finally finish a PhD."
Sane mind: "yeah yeah, but it won't GET you anything. You are 52. You have a career. You're pretty senior."
Perverse mind: "Yeah, but was that EVER the point?"
Sane mind: "ok ok, no. That was never the point. But... Old?"
Someone stop me before I sprain something.