February 26, 2015
I think there's a haunted spot in her life that she somewhat frenziedly tries to cover up. It's a black mark centered on her once functional, teammate husband, who has now fallen asleep at life. Of course, he's still there to share coffee in the morning, to kiss her goodbye as she heads out the door. She's chomping at the bit to add some excitement to her life, through challenges in home remodeling, gardening or through her gift at building community. But Hubby is never part of our conversations these days. Armchair bound, he's become another boring, stagnant retirement casualty.