Retirement?

Alas, I come hanging my head as I realize that this retirement is not all its cracked up to be. I seem to be the only one having a hard time adjusting. I can't get it through my head that it is no longer just the way I like things to be done. Why does that seem to be so hard to get through this thick skull? I have found that I no longer feel a place that is completely mine and have no control. Instead of dealing with it though I have become mean. I don't want to be but nonetheless, there it is I am mean. So, logically, that means that I have to change it...I am trying but can't seem to get out of the funk. Maybe because my cold is weighing me down that I am so low? Not sure. Don't get me wrong, I am thankful that Joe is home. Thus far my car has been in the shop twice since he got home and I abhor taking it myself. This way he can do that stuff. The manly things. Keep praying for me that I will get over my bullheadedness and adjust. I will never understand why it takes me so long to adjust to change. I always thought I liked change. Change is good for a person...or so I say...pray for me.