The First Week of the Rest of my Life

I’m loving it. Was there ever any doubt? Last night was unusually balmy for April. I was lulled to sleep by the song of frogs and the scent of jasmine, blissfully unaware of what time it was and knowing that it didn’t matter; I would wake with a gentle glide to consciousness whenever I was ready. Even on vacation, one must usually wake at a time certain in order to “get going” — sites to see, places to go, things to do. Retirement bestows a freedom I haven’t experienced since childhood summers. July, say, when school is a distant memory and returning to school seems so far in the future that it’s not worth bothering about.

Okay, today I’m going to start work on the final chapter of Epic Cool. But that hardly counts as working, because I get to do it when I darn well feel like it.

Some people, I hear, have a rough transition when they leave their jobs. These must be the kids who moped around the house during summer vacation, whining that they were bored, that there was “nothing to do.” Good grief. Now as then, I’ve got so many delicious things to do I can scarcely choose between them. So…catch you later; I’m off to paddle happily in my pool of projects!

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