I get such a kick out of the gifts that
retirement brings . . .
It's 2:30 in the morning and my guy
and I are watching a flick together.
We had ice cream for breakfast and
we each ate a different lunch. Then
a nap from 7:00 p.m. until 1:30 in
the morning. What fun playing with
the clock that way.
We take a drive and stash a picnic
in the back seat. Lunch can be at
11:00 in the morning or 3:00 in the
afternoon. Prior to the plague, we
could visit our children any day of
the week. And not to forget the odd
pub!
You know, one spends an entire
lifetime on a schedule . . . It's ever
so freeing not to have one as well
as not having to answer to anyone.
What does bother me a tad is the
whole waking up at 4:30 in the
morning after I've played all day.
Guess you can't teach for 41 years
getting up every day at o'dark thirty
and expect to magically be able to
sleep in once retired . . .
Maybe the answer would be to go
to bed at 4:30 in the morning rather
than getting up then . . .
so love me some weird
me thinks its time to be good
lets call it a day
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