I hate to mention this, but it’s spring here.
And despite the fact that we’ve had no rain for a month, we’ve got a few flowers.
There’s nothing anyone can do about any of it.
We’re all discussing retirement in my office. Settling back in to work after the holidays is always a spur to planning. For years I came back after Christmas and made plans for a summer’s worth of children’s camps. In my office, some of us could leave tomorrow and some of us have got at least a decade. I’m in the middle, but close enough to start thinking with some specifity. There’s a benefit to staying till a certain mark (I’ll give you a hint — it’s an age), but after that it makes perfect sense to leave.
I might like to do something similar but slightly different — the current romantic idea is to run a small public library somewhere. For a few years. I’m also thinking about all the traveling I want to do — but it might be fun, and a good way to live somewhere I don’t currently live, just for a while.
Just for contrast, here’s a picture of my sister shoveling snow.