So far, I'm keeping of track of days the old-fashioned way: I look at the top of my list. If that doesn't work, I say, "Bob, what day is it? Tuesday, right?" And if he looks at me as though I'd just dropped from the mother ship, I guess another day.

I'm 58. I didn't plan to retire this early. Maybe I'll try to look older, so I don't confuse people. Oh wait.