The doctors told me to take some time off, get rid of stress and DON'T answer any emails or phone calls. You gotta be kidding me. It's been two weeks and I'm going crazy. I'm more stressed than ever ... all I do all day is think about my medical problems and count my pills. Debbie's ready for me to go back to work too. She's the MOST stressed listening to me say stuff like ... "Hey ... do you think the pain in my left kneecap is related to my heart cath?"
I'll tell you how bored I am.
I walk my neighborhood three times a day ... morning, noon and night. I had to reintroduce myself to my neighbors across the street because I never go out the front door. I always leave via the garage door in the back. This week my goal was to figure out who the rest of these people are who live in our neighborhood.
Jim, across the street, is fixing up his front yard. Apparently he does this every month according to Debbie.
There's neighbor Tom who's always working in some third world country for three months at a time. He's a doctor and does something through the government in Public Health. (I like to think he does some kind of undercover work that he can't talk about ... or he'd have to kill us). He's the least likely looking person to do this ... that's why he's perfect.
Marvin and Ginny live next door to Tom. He is a minister and is probably 120 years old now. He looks like he's maybe 70 and still climbs on his roof to fix whatever it is you fix on a roof. (you can tell I am QUITE the handyman).
I tell Debbie all about my adventures after I do my "rounds". But she seems to already know most of my "new" information ... and she's home as little as I am. She'd tell you that she is much more observant than me ... she's right.
And ... she tells me that she is seriously reconsidering early retirement.(MINE)
She's also drinking alot more these days.