I’m smart. 

I’m strong. 

Retirement was the right decision. 

I’m content. 

I’m at peace. 

All those people begging me to remain on the Court were wrong. 

Carl Reiner should retire. 

Nothing can bring me down—not even the cries of millions of concerned citizens. 

America is doing just fine without me. 

It’s not my fault that America has learned nothing since 1991. 

It’s not my fault that President Trump was a reality-show host before taking office. 

The President who nominated me was a movie star! 

I like movies, and now have a lot more time to watch them. 

I wonder what Sonia and Elena are up to. 

We should all go see “Night School.” 

No, Tony.  Stop texting them at work.  They still have lifetime appointments. 

Brett Kavanaugh will make an outstanding Supreme Court Justice. 

Maybe I should start keeping a calendar. 

Not much to put in it, though. 

I wish I’d never learned what “boofing” means. 

I’m glad to be home. 

It’s nice to have time for myself. 

I’ve heard good things about the “Murphy Brown” revival. 

The front door is making that noise again—time to get out the old tool belt. 

I’m an old tool belt. 

Isn’t eighty-two the new fifty-two? 

I’m so young! 

Why did I step down? 

I’ve secured my place in history. 

And they said I could visit whenever I want. 

It’s better this way. 

I can finally catch up on the news. 

Is the Trump Administration really separating families and imprisoning children? 

Did my 2010 Citizens United decision, which allowed for unlimited corporate spending on political campaigning, fundamentally undermine American democracy? 

What’s an Awkwafina? 

Mary is thrilled to have me home all day. 

I still have my health. 

I’m so bored. 

I was the talk of Washington. 

Now I walk around indoors in my sneakers and then change into an identical pair of “outside sneakers” just for mowing the lawn. 

It is nice to mow my own lawn. 

I miss being important. 

My favorite time of day is 5:04 because it looks like 5–4. 

When the neighborhood association was divided over whether to renovate the gazebo, I proudly cast the swing vote. 

If I ask nicely, maybe they’ll let me rejoin SCOTUS.  Right? 

They won’t, Tony—it’s time to move on. 

I’m O.K.

Look at me—I’m beautiful. 

Do we need this mirror, Mary? 

I love Bed Bath & Beyond.