It’s official. The countdown has begun; the end is slowly closing in on me but I’m not yet afraid. I keep waiting for it to settle in but I can’t seem to find it.
This is the strange feeling that has marked this summer, made is so much more different than the others. Contentment.
Odd.

Things I’m wildly not content with include my employment status, but that is what it is or will be and ther is little room for negotiation, especially at this point in my life.

This week brings relief, perhaps. Days off to accomplish things, including meetings and lunch dates with all the grandparents, something I’ve not been able to do in a long time.

Tonight, however, movies and sleep. Precious sleep.