First, foremost, and surprisingly, my life of leisure taught me that I don't want to win the lottery, and I'm fairly sure I'm going to suck at retirement. Having nothing to do and nowhere to be sounds delightful beyond words until you have nothing to do and nowhere to be. There's a huge qualitative difference between surfing the web aimlessly while at work and doing the same on your own time.
My lack of initiative and inspiration during this time (which I like to call my Pajama Period) was sobering. Which is important, because one of the few things I did accomplish in my fallow era was learning to make a passable Sazerac. It took some testing, but I highly recommend making the effort.
I also read Tom Wolfe's I Am Charlotte Simmons, which was entertaining, if essentially a prose cartoon. I eagerly await the sequel, which I'm told involves Lionel Simmons.
Like Brian Kelly, I led a fairly talented team of young athletes to its second consecutive loss to an inferior opponent. In my case, the U8 Loudoun Cheetahs fell by a 2-1 score in a game they dominated, falling to 0-2. Chalk up another failure for me. At least we had awesome postgame snacks.
I tended the shit out of my yard, at least until I ripped a big gash in my shin when a rock kicked up from my weed/leg whacker. Then I tended to my wound.
Mercifully, I returned to the ranks of the gainfully employed on Wednesday. I was as surprised as you are to realize that I was happy to reenter the working world. Classic case of being careful what you wish for, I suppose, but the more important lesson is this: if you're too lazy to plan your laziness, you get what you deserve.