I have budgeted for the next twenty-four years. That's as long as I plan to be around, if I make it that long. I don't understand those who cling so tenaciously to life even through horrible pain and suffering, even when there is a need for their constant care. The day I can't do what I want, when I want, on my own, is the day I put my plan in action to leave this existence, thereby depriving the detestable, despicably greedy, Big Med of my money, and the use of my body as a guinea pig for unproven regimens from Big Pharma. My body goes to the med school in my will, thereby depriving Big Death (the rip-off, blood-sucking, literally, funeral business) of my money, as well. My heirs will be happy that I don't drain my bank account in an asinine attempt to suck air for as many days as possible. As for immediate plans, I plan on getting rid of more and more "stuff" in my house, so when I move, in the next two to three years, I will be moving with some clothes, my dog, some tools, my music equipment and that's about it. If it won't fit in my pickup, and an enclosed 6X9 trailer, it ain't going!