Weekend have changed

Sometimes changes happen so gradually that we fail to notice them until much later. I was talking about this with my partner Hal, and we discovered that things had changed and we hadn’t noticed. The subject came up because of my health. I told Hal that I missed going out on the weekend. The first 15 years or so, our routine was to go out on Friday and Saturday evenings. We’d go to the club, drink and dance, well, I did the drinking all by myself. We’d meet up with friends and have a great time. 
As we grew older and moved further away from DC, contact with our friends became more problematic. I had stopped drinking with Hal unknowingly encouraging me without nagging or hassling me. The travel time increased, and with the constant traffic around DC, it can be really stressful, so we spent more Friday and Saturday nights at home and enjoyed our time together. 
When we finally abandoned the DC area due to the skyrocketing cost of living, we weren’t going out at all. We ended up in Spotsylvania, VA, which was definitely too far away because it took more than 2 hours to get to DC. 
There wasn’t much of a Gay scene around Spotsylvania, but we weren’t really looking for one. I had a terrible time with my health, and I spent time in the hospital. I’m still dealing with recovery, but more on that later. The high prices spiked again, and we ended up in the Richmond area. 
We love it here and hope to be here for a long time. I needed triple bypass surgery, which further reduced any desire to go out. I use a wheelchair when we’re out, so dancing is out of the question. I would also feel slightly self-conscious and embarrassed about my condition in a crowded space. Speaking of crowded spaces, Virginia is experiencing a major flu outbreak, and the last thing I need is to come down with it.
As Hak and I discussed the subject further, we both realized that we felt the same way about going out. It simply isn't for us anymore. We are lucky to be safe and warm with the cats keeping us company.