Last day of work — late
I was not able to contemplate the end of a work era during my last day of work. I was too busy. In fact, by the end of the day, I was rushing around like a maniac, trying to get everything done so I could head out as planned for a celebratory dinner with George. I made it–just barely. Now I have time to think about the monumental change from work to non-work. It feels very, very good.
Which is not to say that I did not enjoy my work–I did. And I will miss my friends. But it will be so nice to be able to go, do, and say pretty much whatever (and wherever) I want. And I am looking forward to a more leisurely pace.
First day of retirement
9 a.m. I woke promptly this morning at my usual time. I rolled over and slept another hour. What a sweet feeling not to have to pack too many things into too short a weekend. I thought I might have trouble unwinding from my usual pace, but I am already quite unwound.
9:30 p.m. Ha, that was a joke. I am still wound up. I ended up running around all day trying to get all of the last minute things done so that we can leave on Tuesday. We took a couple of loads to storage, cleaned the truck interior, hauled stuff to the trailer, shopped, and continued to sort through things.
It was a lovely day at the trailer storage lot.
Our neighbor dog, Minnie, couldn’t figure out what we were doing.