So I went home. I had checked out a few books on managing your retirement money and retirement sanity – but I actually only read the book jackets. I was tired of DOING – afraid of NOT-DOING – but grabbing on to as much PATIENCE as I could muster. I was going to wait through this intermission of my life in anticipation of Act 2. And, as a theatre teacher I knew that Act 2 was always the best part of the story. But till then I was at intermission – without much happening but overpriced snacks; watered-down, over-priced drinks; and frequent trips to the bathroom. So are my days.