An aged man is but a paltry thing,
a tattered coat upon a stick, unless
soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
for every tatter in its mortal dress.
Although my clothes are still serviceable, if you replace the word "mortal" above with "mental", it might apply better in my case. At least, that's the part that I worry about the most. But no part of one's body or mind is exempt from the ravages of age, if you just live long enough. So a worthy goal of retirement, perhaps, might be to live so as to preserve what remains as long as possible, and to use it well and wisely. This is what I am trying to do.
The good news is that this plan entails doing just those things that I would do anyway, given time, ability, and funds. The funds are there, hopefully some ability exists, and maybe there will be time.
So I will clap my hands and sing as long as I can! To see more of the plan, click on some of the links above.