I think I figured out one good thing about retirement today. I haven't had to think all day. Oh sure, I've thought, but I haven't had to. Not about really important stuff. Wearing a thinking cap has NOT always been my favorite thing to do anyway. When I was growing up (?????) and would come home with loads of homework, some I just couldn't fathom, my dad's favorite words to me were, "Just put your thinking cap on." Or, "Where is your thinking cap?" Now, had I had one of those mystical hats or known where mine was I wouldn't have been asking for help, would I? Then out would come the infamous card table, 2 freshly sharpened # 2 pencils, the green fluorescent desk lamp, fresh, crisp and clean notebook paper, 2 folding chairs and my cute little Daddy, with his thinking cap on. Who was a teacher. Who thought he could teach me math. Or make me think harder. Even my children were privileged to sit at that card table with Poppi and be tutored. Actually, that hat would have been pretty handy to have to wear on several occasions in my life since then. But, no more. I don't plan on thinking or wearing my thinking cap for at least a few months. Then, if I choose, I might think again. Only if it involves visiting my children, going to see my sissies, shopping, eating, reading, girly road trips, floating in the pool or rocking babies.