Is it Friday or Sunday? No, wait, it’s Monday. The click-click of the shutters opening, letting the perfect sunshine into my room. The cats circle my feet as I make my way into the living room. Bartzz, bartzz. The curtains open, revealing a lovely view of the garden from my upstairs condo. I think it’s another beautiful day in the neighborhood. South Florida paradise weather again! The cats begin wrestling with each other; they are getting impatient for their chow. The final two sets of curtains open, and I am surrounded by sunshine. By now, the automatic cat feeder comes to life, calling out, “Taz, Bodhi, come and eat,” whir, “Taz, Bodhi, come and eat.” The Keurig is turned on, and my favorite coffee mug gets a scoop of Ryze mushroom coffee and two packets of Truvia. Got to stay healthy. I get my laptop, glasses, and notebook. Time to sit, relax, and write. I sip my coffee while YouTube plays on the TV, with Faraway Village in the background.
It’s good to be retired: no clock punching, no meetings, no rush hour traffic. Travel when you want, read, write, paint, take pictures, and simply enjoy this well-earned rest.
In my young years, I had to be doing something all the time. You could not keep me in the house. As I got older, it was weekends spent club hopping, dancing, and listening to loud music. I hated to sit still.
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