Peter told me that an acquaintance's ideal job that was to sit in a rocking chair, knitting, and every once in a while somebody would come into the room and ask her a question she knew the answer to.
Today I was sitting in my new, exceedingly comfortable, tall/fat guy folding chair watching model rockets launch. Every once in a while somebody would ask me to calculate how high their model flew. What a way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Life is good.