Your arms are tired from holding the newspaper upright for minutes on end. And those weeds didn’t hoe themselves. And the dog was pulling like it was the first mile of the Iditarod.
Time for the loving grandkids to step up…
Today’s post is an excerpt from a draft of my mind-bending book on retirement.
[Okay, slight exaggeration.]
I’m also looking at setting up an online community.
If you’re interested…
A promise: Your email address will be used to inform you of the status of the book and community and will not be shared.
