One could easily see Big Money behind all this propaganda being screamed thru the media. I had no plans to retire when I did... but my disability took me out of my (much wanted, much needed, and much appreciated) job with the DoD. At least, my students appreciated the work I did for them. Whether there at the office, or sitting in my home office, everything I did was on WiFi. But they wouldn't okay a 2-3 day remote work schedule (remote being 4 blocks from Post). I had proven them wrong with what could be accomplished via remote work... and it was a lot more than could be accomplished in the course of a day at the office. But we had a near-retirement age man who swore you weren't working unless he could see your butt in a seat. (grrr) I did offer to keep my camera pointed at my butt in the seat, but they didn't see the humor (or the logic) in what I was proposing. So, I retired at 62 and am paying for it with smaller SS checks even if it is for a longer amount of time. Still, I miss the guys overseas I used to work with. And, other than hubby, grandson, and cats... I sometimes feel like I'm useless. I know it comes from working since my early teens; I'm type A and have always built my world around my work. I've added my grandson to the zoo around here, since he's got bad issues with his mom (even tho he's an adult at 29) and should be on his own. I'm helping guide him through what his Mom should have done 10 years ago. (sigh) But, she is my daughter so I keep my mouth shut as much as possible and only make suggestions when I feel it necessary. The rest of it, he's learning by example between me and my hubby. And he is a blessing to me here, to be honest. I'm so sorry about your kids... I went through sheer hell with my daughter both physically and then mentally for decades. I don't think her mental age has caught up yet to her chronological age, tho the pediatrician early on said it would. Life gives us hard paths, I think, because if you look close enough, you see the kind of person it's helping you become. That's why, I think, poor people will share everything they have, no matter how meager. Hardship hones the heart towards compassion and strength in that compassion. All strength to you, Lifeafter70!