But it's a strain. Maybe it's just an acceptance of the idea that you've already done your damndest, there's nothing more to do, so take it easy. I'm intensely interested right now in Hillary Rodham Clinton's apparent drive to become the first woman president. I hope I live long enough to see that campaign. Friends do die, so there are not as many as before with whom to talk about such things.
Naps also figure in our lives.
After lunch, when I've propped myself up in a comfortable recliner, drowsiness often turns into half an hour's snooze, or more. Then it's five o'clock before you know it. Dinner has to be prepared so we can have our ritual five o'clock drink. At five I pour my wife a daiquiri from the jugful I keep in the fridge and I pour myself exactly an ounce and a half of Stoli, the Russian vodka. On the rocks.