I'm happy to say that at 70, I'm happily (as much as is possible for a depressive type) retired (since I took Early Retirement at 63), and plan to live in my own home as long as God allows me to do so. The stress of having to socialize and earn a living is off, and if I feel like pulling back into myself and my turtleshell home, I can, will, and do, damn well do so, no matter whether or not anyone else thinks I should be more sociable. I'm just not, I never was, and when I was younger, I did what was necessary (for my daughter, too, who is now old enough to take care of herself and her own family), even when I didn't want to, and it was stress and strain. Now I can pick and choose how much, and what, I feel like doing, and if it looks to those outside me that I'm not doing enough activity, that's their problem, not mine (well, I guess it is my problem when somebody I love gets on my back about it). I'm doing what I want to do (and getting enough exercise, which was mentioned, because one of the things that I want to do is gardening). ALONE, for once in my life! And if I get downhill old enough that my daughter manages to stuff me into an "Assisted Living" or Nursing Home, where socializing full time is required, which is my idea of Hell, I probably _will_ kill myself. But I'd rather stay here, and die here when it's my time. Between Social Security and income from my parents' life savings, I have enough income to do as I please (as long as I don't "please" to do a lot of traveling or cruises or such expensive stuff, which is not my idea of pleasure anyway.
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Asperges me, Domine