V is home, so my alone-time retired day is over, but I thought I’d share what it was like to be truly retired today. While I waited for the guy to fix the cabana, I spent several hours writing my first fiction book (short story – whatever it turns out to be), a romantic mystery about a therapist named Amanda Church. V named her. She’s beautiful and 41, widowed, smart, independent, and funny. (Hold on there Ralph, she’s not real!!!) […]![]()
