Am I retired or just faking it?
I've somehow transitioned from a too-busy work life Metro-Boulot-Dodo existence with its four hour train commute per day, daytime spent in dynamic office (politics aside) with my terrific staff, great lunchtimes in midtown Manhattan (especially the Greek restaurants), evenings and weekend and free time devoted to hiking, movies, dinners with friends, reading, writing articles and reviews TO: * waking at 7 or 8, eating my yoyo in front of the tele with a cat or two on my lap
