I have a spider bite! On the inside elbow of my left arm, which always is crooked under my head when I sleep. It could have been worse: it could have bit me on the nose. But small favors, eh? And I went to my second part-time job today to clean an apartment. I have always said, "The work is the reward," and in this case, that's abundantly true. Cleaning is one hell of a workout! I have no need to buy a gym membership. I sweat more, lift more, and stretch more, and in the end, THEY PAY ME!! Uff da! (In case I haven't explained this at least 50 times in my blog writhings, that's an old Norwegian expression (possibly Swedish, too) pronounced "OOF dah." It means about what it sounds like: "Oof!" or "Whew!" or "Oh, my goodness!!" I grew up in ND surrounded by Scandinavians, and I learned to say "Uff da" from my schoolmates in the first grade.)
As I wrote to a friend in Germany early this aft, from the site of my employment, "All that's left is vacuuming (done last to catch all the grit dislodged by dusting and washing mirrors, countertops, and windows, leaving a note for my employers to buy more furniture polish, and then hiking to the bank to deposit my check!!!") That's the other good thing about cleaning: your wages are Cash on the Barrelhead!! Money in your pocket when you leave the place.
And you think retirement is just traveling and embroidering drool bibs and painting mountain scenes on small mirrors? Not by half!!