<p>'For the last five or six years, on many afternoons around 4 or 5 p.m., I've been overcome with the sensation that my life is effectively over. Note the personal touch here. This is not a sensation of the world ending, which has been in vogue for quite some time now, and maybe for good reason. It's a distinct feeling of being at the end of my days. My time, while technically not "up", is disappearing in the rearview mirror. The fact that this ...