Previous item about retirement emphasized ‘ease and comfort’, a time when you don’t have to be anywhere or satisfy anyone except yourself. Strikes an immediate resonance.
During the “virus” holocaust I was fighting all the time, churning out courseware and graphics, walking every day and making the hellish storetrip twice a week by bus.
Now I’ve used up all my gumption and creativity. This weariness seems to be fairly common among the fighters whether old or young.
Time to rest and recharge. This winter is a sabbatical from doing things the hard way. I’m taking the taxi once a week instead of bus twice a week. The taxi company is reliable now, and I can certainly afford the added expense. Much less wear on the old feet and back and cochlea. In the taxi I can carry a heavier load, so once a week is adequate, aided by the wonderful fresh vegies from Full Circle.
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