Oh, my . . .

Hubby is so very unhappy with my decision to retire that, even after all the work we've already done -- and all the planning and budgeting, he wants me to work another two years. He really feels that if I do work until I'm 68, we will be much more secure and will have updated the house to the specs that he would like to carry us through until . . . well, the end of life.

So I've postponed retirement for two years.

Talk about depression . . . I'm so sad. I honestly can't think of another thing to write.