Dad’s been counting down the days to retirement for what feels like forever. He’s got this image in his head of endless fishing trips, perfecting his golf swing, and finally getting around to all those woodworking projects he’s been putting off. He deserves it, after all those years of hard work. But sometimes I worry he’s built it up a little too much, like he’s expecting a miracle transformation into Captain Relaxo the minute he clocks out for the last time.