One week.

One thing I'm learning about being retired is that I already have my entire week planned out for me. Every day I wake up and know exactly what is going to happen today and tomorrow and three weeks from now. It goes a little bit like this:

Monday: Wake up. Make lunch and eat breakfast with the food that Grammy puts out in the kitchen for me. Go to work. Come home. Read a book. Make dinner with Papa. Eat dinner while watching The News Hour with Jim Lehrer. Go to rehab and exercise (rehab=physical rehabilitation center=gym). Come home. Play guitar. Go to bed.

Tuesday: Wake up. Make lunch and eat breakfast with the food that Grammy puts out in the kitchen for me. Go to work. Come home. Read a book. Go to Bingo at the Lion's club where we all get the special: a fried fish sandwich, coleslaw, and a piece of strawberry pie. Go home. Go to rehab. Come home. Play guitar. Go to bed.

Wednesday: Wake up. Make lunch and eat breakfast with the food that Grammy puts out in the kitchen for me. Go to work. Come home early because Wednesdays are early out days (I know! Every single Wednesday!). Read a book. Go to bell choir practice. Come home. Make dinner with Papa. Eat dinner while watching The News Hour with Jim Lehrer. Go to rehab. Come home. Play guitar. Go to bed.

Thursday: Wake up. Make lunch and eat breakfast with the food that Grammy puts out in the kitchen for me. Go to work. Come home. Read a book. Make dinner with Papa (unless it is VFW night, and then me and Grammy go to Subway). Eat dinner while watching The News Hour with Jim Lehrer. Go to rehab. Come home. Play guitar. Go to bed.

Friday: Wake up. Make lunch and eat breakfast with the food that Grammy puts out in the kitchen for me. Go to work. Come home. Read a book. Drive to Rosebud for dinner at Clancy's Bar. We all get the special: fried catfish and a potato (Grammy gets a baked potato, Papa gets onion rings, and I get french fries) and Papa and I get a beer (Papa gets a Bud Light and I get a Smithwick's). Drive home (I drive because Grammy thinks Papa is under the influence). Watch a Turner Classic Movie. Go to bed.

Saturday: Wake up. Make brunch with Grammy (usually french toast, eggs, regular toast, fruit, tea and coffee, and the breakfast dessert which is some sort of pastry.) Gorge ourselves on this unhealthy breakfast. The afternoon usually consists of naps, books, quilting and Turner Classic Movies. We don't eat again until dinner because of the uncomfortable fullness resulting from our first meal. Make dinner with Papa. Eat dinner. Watch a Turner Classic Movie. Go to bed.

Sunday: Wake up. Drink coffee. Go to church. Talk to everyone at church. Go to Rosebud for dinner at Kline's. We all get one of the specials: Grammy gets the grilled trout, Papa gets the beef tips, and I get the BBQ pork sandwich. Drive home. The afternoon usually consists of naps, books, quilting, and Turner Classic Movies. Make dinner with Papa. Eat dinner. Play guitar. Go to bed.

Sometimes we go to Zino's in Rolla for lunch on Sundays. Papa likes the prime rib there. After Zino's we go to Lowe's and then go to the recycling plant.

And then I do it all again.