On Old Man's Time

We believe we may have inadvertently mislead a bunch of people.  For some reason, our few remaining coworkers decorated our office with "Happy Retirement" and "Off the Clock" banners and streamers.  We posted pictures of our decorated office on Instagram and Facebook, and many people assumed as a result that last Friday was our last day at work.

As if.  We still have one more week to go.

We're already settling into an old man's post-retirement rhythm, however.  Yesterday, we laid in bed until past 10 a.m. completing the NYT Sunday crossword puzzle (no clues to inspire us to throw the I Ching this time, though).  We then had our morning coffee and puttered around the house until noon, and then watched the final two episodes of Netflix' Russian Doll.

By the time we were through with that, it was mid-afternoon but we managed to get our grocery shopping done and returned back home just before some torrential rains started falling. We were quite proud of ourselves on our timing.  While it was raining, we went on-line, paid some bills, and finally set up our Medicare account.  We made some dinner, played some Metal Gear Solid V, and then watched our Sunday-night soaps - Little Big Lies and Euphoria - on HBO with an old pal or two.

After that, it was time for bed so that we could get up bright and early for our last week at the office, where we passed the day away today watching the US beat Spain in the World Cup and then composing this post.  Tonight, we have a show (the band Operators) at The Earl.

"See?," we tell ourselves, "there's not nothing to do in retirement."  It just takes a lot of patience, some creativity, and a reliable source of high-speed internet service.