The Bliss of Retirement

I've made a delightful observation of late.  For about the past year I've been experiencing frequent episodes of overwhelming contentment sweeping over me.  This has not been a terribly frequent occurrence in my life previously, but these days I'm getting these bliss experiences like once a week.  (And no, there haven't been any recent adjustments to my medications, thank you.)  I suspect these started roughly about a year after I made the move to Va, and that the source of this pleasant phenomenon is mainly my retirement.  (Just getting away from certain evil and stupid people at my former place of employment is also, no doubt, a major factor, but I'll leave that for some future HamsterRant.)  I frankly did not expect my life at this point to have such a feeling of contented accomplishment and overall peace.  I've done enough.  I made it... without losing my job, my sanity, my integrity (I think) or scoring a homicide indictment.  Yay, score one for The Hamster!  Methinks that in many different ways I retired at just the right time.  Now if the world will kindly not perish from its own asininity, I'll be just fine.