This October I'll be retired 10 years and my wife is still working and it aggravates them to no end that we're not, whether they admit it or not, so I compromise - I walk her down to the car. Who cares about sex, no big deal it's the other 23 hours and 54 minutes that are important, well minus 6 hours for sleep. Tomorrow we're headed for St. Lucia (her vacation) so I can bank that for Cortez or N.C (my vacation), it's a dance. In the end the question you have to ask yourself every morning is "What are you going to do between today and death."