Even though the damage to my heart turned out to be worse than expected (a quadruple by-pass as opposed to a triple), my recovery could not have been smoother. I've had surprisingly little pain, more energy than I expected, and WAY too much free time on my hands. I won't be allowed to drive for another week and a half, which keeps me at home.
So I'm looking at this as retirement practice.
It is frustratingly clear to me that between now and the time I actually do retire (which, according to my schedule is in 9 years), I'd better have serious plans in place.
Getting up late, reading a lot, and watching daytime television is already getting old and I've only been doing it for three weeks.
I am so BORED!
Part of it, of course, is that my close friends are still working so they are not available to play with me during the day. Also, a "real" retirement would include volunteer activities, writing, travel, and, probably, a car. That latter is a bit iffy since I'm not the world's greatest driver, and who knows how much worse I'll be in another decade.
I am less able to structure my time than I expected--something that will have to change once I retire.
Still, it's been an interesting exercise--and proof to me that I am, in no way, ready to retire right now.