"The web of our life is but a mingled yarn, good and ill together..." (All's Well That Ends Well)

Zzzzzzz! I didn't get out of bed today until 12:08pm. I felt I could have slept even a couple of more hours, but I was embarrassed...not at anyone in particular...just myself. Every peer I speak to complains about not being able to sleep; about getting up at 6am or 7am. I wonder what they do all day long...for very long days. Me? When I finish washing, brushing, combing, shaving, etc. I sit on my very own kitchen chair and inhale my "puffer". I'm not sure what it's supposed to do, so every once in awhile I ask Rhoda. Then I take about 7 different colored pills with half a 5oz. cup of apple juice. I haven't a clue about each one of them individually or collectively, but I figure they must be for some ailment or other that I may be suffering from. I then go directly to the sports page to see what's going on in the world of millionaires and expecting to see that they are earning their wages. (Fat chance of that happening.) Next, I check to see the price of gold...not that I have privileges at Ft. Knox, but just to see the price of gold as a matter of interest. After all of this, it's pretty close to 1pm, and so I get on the computer and check my email...once I see that I have some mail from people I don't like who purposefully forward inane stuff without deleting the dozens of email addresses and requiring that I scroll down forever to the message, I just delete them at once hoping they go to a fiery demise in cyberland.

Then I sit down for breakfast. It's now about 1:30pm. And I'm all prepped up for the rest of an exciting day at home waiting for Rhoda to return from her aerobics, bowling, shopping, errands, COH meetings, or luncheons with the girls. By this time I will have written my blog, copied and pasted it to a word doc. which will eventually become Vol.II of my book "Pater Noster in Condoland" which will continue my reign as the world's most famous unknown author. Lunch, you say? What lunch? I've just had breakfast. Finally, Rho comes in with the mail at about 4:30pm and I breathlessly ask her "What's for dinner?" (I say "breathlessly" because of all the strenuous activity I've had in the house.) Her answer to my question is inevitably, "Oh, I haven't anything in the fridge." Or, "I forgot to defrost the chicken." Or, "I'm too tired to cook." All of which answers are hints that we are not eating at home that night. And after being married to that darling after 25 years, I can take a hint. Now, after reading this blog, you can conclude that Rho and I are having great fun in retirement.