Retirement Day #2522 Tuesday May 26, 2026 Wearing pink satin jammies while dragging a bag of bird seed and a reluctant old Siamese cat with a broken tail [named, originally enough, “Blue Eyes”] – I head out back to shinny up a support pipe, sit on top of our car port, and feed the birds. It’s 5:45a.m. in late May, and our midwestern backyard is cacophonous with the morning song of hopeful feathered bachelors. For 5yr.old me, it is heaven on earth. I’m not so sure about Blue E