Holy Mackerel!

It’s 1:28 PM on the kitchen clock

and I’ve only just finished

my bowl of Cheerios mixed with a garnish of grains and nuts and covered with sliced bananas and blueberries , strawberries, and floating in 2% fat-and-Lactose-free-milk with a bottle of Yoo-Hoo, (Nectar of The Gods!) for dessert…

breakfast!

See, sleeping late on retirement time is its own reward.

Years and years of retirement without dying yet, so far,

is a grand, if lucky, accomplishment.

So, just wash your special breakfast bowl and your silver spoon

that your Norwegian Grandmother used to sequester (with the rest of the sterling),

put your book on the hoosier counter to be continued while eating tomorrows…

well…brunch…

(Maybe a Lacy-Swiss and turkey-four egg omelet…

and get on with the rest of your…

well…afternoon…. .

Maybe do your “55 minutes of perpetual motion exercises” in the pool.

(Or maybe not)

For,

you see,

the inviting shade cooling your Lazy-Boy recliner on the back porch

has a very seductive allure….

Why fight it?