
a dreary day in NE Oklahoma, as seen from our back yard.

I've known people who retired and before you know it they're working again. They told me they couldn't stand the boredom; just needed something to do. I've balked against the harness of work for too long. Once I retire and overcome the sadness of years of subordinating all that matters to all that doesn't, I'm going to revel in idleness as long as it satisfies. For those of you who scoff at this idea I say: Don't underestimate my capacity for sloth!
Do not fear death so much, but rather the inadequate life.
-- Bertolt Brecht, The Mother, 1932