The Sweetness of Doing Nothing

I come from a long line of addictive personalities. Alongside our drug of choice, we Morgans are also workaholics. It follows. So I remember being surprised at how well my father took to retirement when he stopped work at 65. Of course, he didn’t do completely nothing. Just almost nothing. But I remember too his own surprise and delight that doing nothing was so easy and so much fun. Such a shame then that he only got to enjoy it for four years, dying at 69. Then my brother decided to give up work about seven or eight years ago when he […]

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