I am retired. Well, actually, not officially. I still have a week of vacation and Memorial Day, but today was my last working day, so I'm retired.
And what did I do to celebrate? I came home and finished the Honeysuckle Roundel.
I believe I will start on the Tulip tonight--that's the last roundel I need to stitch.
Someone asked me when I thought I would feel like I'm retired instead of just on vacation. I had not thought about that. After all, it's Friday afternoon. Tomorrow I'll get up early and Dearly Beloved and I will go to the Farmers' Market. Then it will be home and the Saturday chores.
But wait! Here's a radical concept. What if I don't swish the laundry and waft the dust cloth and zip around with the vacuum because it's Saturday. What if I do something entirely different?
I believe I've figured out how to feel like I'm retired.