Spare a thought for the poor introverts among us. In a world of party animals and glad-handers they're the ones who stand by the punch bowl. In a world of mixers and pub crawls they prefer to stay home with a book. Everywhere around them cell phones ring and e-mails chime and they just want a little quiet.
I actually think the whole concept of retirement is a bit stupid so yes I do want to do something else. There is this strange thing that just because chronologically on a Friday night you have reached a certain age... with all that experience how can it be that on a Monday morning you are useless?