Warmed by the morning sun and awed by the heavenly fragranced lilies, peonies and lilacs, I’m luxuriating on our screened porch in my pajamas. The quiet is punctuated by birdsong — my favorite morning soundtrack. I’m not ready for human interaction, but there is an annoying tap tap on the screen door. Neil, my husband of nearly 60 years, is trying to get my attention. Doing my best to keep him from breaking my spell, I feel a bit guilty as I turn up my music. He desperately wants to spreadsheet