Life in the slow lane....
It’s a gloriously beautiful Spring evening and I can’t remember what day this is, which isn’t Alzheimer… no it’s called retirement. I’ve had roughly about a little over a month of it to know that I love it. I’ve poured a second glass of wine, lit the mosquito candle (as I discovered 5 areas of attack on my body from yesterday… ugh), grabbed a shawl and parked myself on my patio with the laptop. I call it pure bliss.
