You’ve got the 401k, the back porch overlooking a pond stocked with bass, the grandkids, the wife, sunrises and sunsets, so what do you do now? The only constant you need worry about is time. No more eight am meetings, traffic gridlock, stained white shirts from leaky pens, spam emails, and cute greeting cards reminding you that you’re a year older. You sit on the back porch with your wife of forty years sippin’ on Starbucks dark roasted Columbia blend as the sun casts an orange hue over the pond rippling with large-mouth bass enjoying the morning cool air in the Sandia Mountains. Route 66 and Albuquerque can be seen in the distance as the purple shadows grow shorter and the morning dew evaporates from the Yaupon on your five-acre spread.