I retired.
My brother Mike died at 57. My mom died at 62. I turned 62 in April. I thought if I died today, all of my social security money would just disappear into some politician's pork barrel, if it hasn't already.
No kids, minor or otherwise, no wife; I want my money.
I realize I am condemning myself to working part-time, somewhere, for the rest of my life, unless I can learn to enjoy the taste of cat food.
I plan on taking off for the winter (I hate cold weather) and maybe applying for PT work in the spring, then doing it again next winter.
More time for making music with Cakewalk!