Sunshine helps to preserve my ambition a little, but even on the best days it has usually bled itself dry by mid-afternoon. At this point, we generally go out for coffee. I dress carefully, knowing that this will be the day's one proper excursion. I feel a little silly, picking the cat hairs of my black pants and choosing a jacket while discussing the range of caf options, but this small event provides a great deal of structure and meaning to my life at present. But you know where this generally leads.
Evenings are a little better.
There is dinner, after which I read, and if I find the inspiration, write a little. The time passes. It's going to be long, long retirement.