Plans - And Reality

We had planned on being on the road today,- BUT . . . . the reality is that we are at the point in our lives when recovery time isn't what it was at 21, or 35, or even 50.

We got back from all the "final things" and decided we were too tired to be on the road, so we got our air-beds back out, inflated them and camped out in the house.

This morning was even worse then yesterday afternoon.

Aches.

From the top of our spines down to our ankles, with every joint in between.

So we are going to sleep, rest, sleep, get something to eat, rest and sleep some more, get some dinner and go to bed early.

By tomorrow, we'll be ready to go again. That's the advantage to being retired. You aren't on someone else's schedule. There is no job waiting for you to come back and handle those things "that only you can do" (right, if I'm the only one that can do it - the raise this year needs to be more than a measly, Scrooge-like 3%).

We are our own bosses, and as the bosses, we can say "Take another day" (so what if the pool doesn't get opened this week). So, that's what we've done.

Besides, it will be safer for the other people on the highway. If you are too stiff to turn and look in your blind spot - well, you know what that can do.