As it turns out for me, retirement life is like poetry.  Here’s what a typical day-cycle looks like:

Log
Fog
Sog
Tog
Dog
Jog
Egg
Cogs
Blog
Dog
Hog
Dog
Hog
Dog
Grog
Dog
Hog
Xox
Log

If you need an explanation, the day begins and ends with sleep. For me, about 7 hours every night, a few more when my wife sleeps in on weekends. “Log” is short with “sawing logs,” an annoying habit of mine, controlled only with a Breathe Rite strip. It’s unfortunate that we don’t hear ourselves snore. because then we wouldn’t do it. When I do awaken each morning I’m in a “Fog” and it takes some effort to get going. The steps include to “Tog” which means get dressed (perhaps derived from the word Toga), “Jog” for three sweaty miles, brushing my pearly white “Cogs,” and a soapy “Sog” under a hot shower.

You may notice that the word “Dog” appears five times in this routine, each time I take them out to do their business every day. The word “Egg” at first does not seem to fit, but not all poetry has to rhyme. However, it is three letters ending in a “g” so it seemed appropriate in my cycle, since I complete the daily puzzle “7 Little Words” religiously each and every day.

Food wise, I do enjoy an “Egg” each morning as a light breakfast before I “Blog.” I also eat or “Hog” down some food several times throughout the day. Perhaps I should savor my food more! “Grog” translates to a beer or two, multiple small goblets of wine, or a few XXX martinis during my daily retirement happy hour. “Hog” also extends into “ham time,” the traditional bedtime snack for the dogs before we all start to “Log,” and share some “Xox” or goodnight kisses. 

All of this poetry repeats like clockwork the next day and the day after that until time away from home eventually breaks-up the daily poetic cycle.

Have a Poetic Day!