It is now Sunday evening.
The weekend is like a speeding bullet, a flash of lightning, a 6 pack of beer.
Wait. How did beer get in the picture?
This morning, I had my usual Sunday morning brew, and now, 6 later, zap! Gone.
I lost track of how often the cats ate today, but I think it was 5 times.
They love it when I am home, taking advantage of my lack of focus and direction.
Maybe that is why the weekend seems to go by so quickly.
I don’t have a driving need to be productive.
I revert into a lazy bum, hanging out on the deck, watching the rabbits and squirrels racing around the yard.
I manage to get some things done, but I march to a different drummer.
I wonder if this is how retirement will be.
If it is, watch out.
I will become the village idiot after a week or two.
You know what?
That doesn’t sound so bad right now.
I think I will have one more beer and think about it… on the deck.
Oh, yeah, and feed the cats one more time.