This posting, of course, manages to continue my mantra about the joys of being retired. Whereas, I have much much to do and more projects than I will ever finish in my lifetime...the feeling of not having to go anywhere or do anything I don't wish to do, feels great.
I noticed, this morning, that euphoria that used to come on the first day of a three or four day weekend...with nothing scheduled and you weren't going to be late for anything. If you had to go from A to B, you could take intersting side tours to C or D, even though it was out of the way, but you had driven past it a hundred time and were curious to know what was down that road. And you had plenty of time. Too much. I am thankful.
"I am so busy doing nothing... that the idea of doing anything - which as you know, always leads to something - cuts into the nothing and then forces me to have to drop everything. "
(This makes perfect sense to me)