I’m slowing down on my original retirement commitment of a post a day. It’s taken me 68 days to complete the last 50 articles with hectic travel schedules and little of importance to mention. I’ve been on my own the last five days, about to pick up my wife from the Punta Gorda airport. I have managed to get my daily 5k done despite the hot weather and lack of motivation. Tally has gone to the dog park two mornings, had three golf cart rides, and gets to be my co-pilot on the drive to the airport, so she should be content with my care. I also brought her some chicken from my Libee’s Sports Bar pot pie dinner last night with neighborhood friends. 

My wife should have lots to report on from her trip to Indianapolis. She met with her sister, college friends, media acquaintances, a recent widow, and went to her niece’s bridal shower. The wedding is in two months. She’s had lots of stimulating conversation while I’ve been a reclusive couch potato, surviving on leftovers, PB&J, and alcohol until last night’s dinner out. I did watch a lot of disappointing baseball. 

I can’t even say that I have a busy week ahead with a chair yoga class, dinner with the guys (while our wives have Book Club), two doctor appointments, a trip to Costco, and date night. Father’s Day and my wife’s birthday are a week away but final plans have yet to be made. We’ll probably also try to work in a movie and start a new TV series. There will not be much to write home about, so prepare for more humdrum.