it’s not just any Monday – Championship Monday – but it’s been twenty-one years since it had personal meaning and thirty-six years since it ended on a good note. I thought of New Orleans yesterday as hometown favorite LSU claimed the women’s title over Iowa, in Houston where I attended my last men’s Final Four. Butler lost that one. I also viewed baseball and ‘Lost,’ so not a very constructive Sunday. I spend too much time playing Solitaire while watching, thinking that I’m multitasking. 

I’m wondering if I was busier, would I be happier? Today, I hope to get the problem light fixture installed with a little help from my son, print some neighborhood party fliers, do laundry, and make my chiropractor appointment, who’s currently focused on auricular therapy. Talk about things to look forward to doing! I think the thrill of retirement is beginning to wear off, and the need to find something more fulfilling growing stronger. I just can’t seem to put my finger on what exactly that is? 

Some of our neighbors are still working, some traveling, one is working on a TV pilot and publishing books. Writing like this doesn’t seem to be getting me anyplace and only of interest to tolerant friends, other than being a form of personal therapy. Plus, I don’t need to pay to post it. Go Daddy is the sole beneficiary – johnstonwrites.com may soon be a thing of the past. So, what’s the next chapter in my life?