So, today might be the first real “unscheduled” day since the “work-force reduction” of last week. I don’t have to go in and finish clearing out (that’s tomorrow) and we get our severance and such on Friday. So, today’s a regular day.
And I’m not sure what that means. I mean it feels a little like a Saturday, but it’s not because the Beloved isn’t home. It feels a little like a sick day, but it’s not because I feel fine.
One thing I did was start delivery of the local paper, figuring it would be good to have with coffee and take a breath and see what’s going on in my community (something I don't do too often), while watching the birds in our backyard and the haze burn off the coast.
After that, I think it might be a hike in the canyon, grass-cutting, reading and piano.