I guess even then, they had sex.

Lots of my friends have told me how hard it is to retire. OK, there are some adjustments, that is true. But mostly it is like Saturday. How hard is Saturday? My time is my own. All day long. And while maybe some days there is a little too much time on my hands, it forces me to find new ways of spending it. Or old ways. Like re-reading those books, the classics, that have been “decorating” my shelves all these years. I just finished Lady Chatterley’s Lover again. And I must say, old D.H. Lawrence can still make me blush. Now I am delving into Jane Eyre. And there is something lovely about reading the beginning, knowing full well how it ends, and knowing the journey is a worthwhile one. I highly recommend dusting the cobwebs off of a few laying around your home or library. There is a reason they became classics, after all.