I'm sitting at the kitchen table, part of a chili dog in front along with a small pile of Fritos. Lunch. We don't have a dining room anymore. We downsized severely several years ago when we moved in here. This place was a small two bed room job but we turned one bedroom into an office. I, needing a place for my iMac, thinking I might do a bit of writing some day and a place to keep our records and files of what we considered important. I do manage our financial affairs. The wife on the other hand is more artistic. She does a bit of painting, makes cards of variances descriptions, draws some, and occasionally writes a bit. Life at this place has been good, pleasant, and adds much to the great retirement I have enjoyed. Now I have some concerns. I have lived with COPD since retirement. In fact that was the reason I retired. A shortness of breath severe enough I cold no longer manage the sales territory I had built up over several years. But I have been on the cutting edge in caring for my illness, been proactive, and have apparently done some things right, so my doctors have told me. Since retirement I have had two heart attacks and have enough damage to my ticker that it too contributes to my disability and shortness of breath. Now my doctors caution me about doing most anything, really. I have done and do what I can, ever mindful I need to pace myself. But now I have other concerns. Concerns about my plumbing. I suspect it may be messed up. I don't know this, surmising on my part based on some symptoms. I am hoping in partnership with my wishes, my damaged ticker is paying attention and monitoring the situation so that before the pain and awfulness become unbearable, the ticker will shut down, ending it all as it slips through death's open door. But, let me wish the reader a good day.