Posts

• Number of work days (counting today) until I retire,
• Winner on your first throw of the dice, loser any throw thereafter,
• Number of age spots on the back of my left hand [TMI?], and
• an extremely unusual “beats per measure” in music (very likable example here).

“Hey you, get back to work!”

I found what I think is a good briefing on the issues in an article (click here). It lists six stages:

• 7:00AM Quick blog (hence, the total absence of profound – deal with it)
• 7:30AM Face rake, shower, teeth, clothes – yesterday’s jeans are fine but I’m two days into that shirt and going out in public; that has to change
• 8:00AM Road – Wow, so this is what “rush hour” is like – I remember this!
• 9:00AM Mayo Clinic, Prevnar 13 shot, ban the bad pneumonia
• 9:30AM Road (approx.)
• 10:30AM Walgreens – Decaf is on sale; clean ’em out
• 11:00AM … uhm, close enough – *s*l*o*w*l*y* fix something for lunch
• Noon - “Show up” at the office and try to look productive – when you’ve worked from home for twenty years, this is a total no-brainer
• 4:30PM - Knock off early. I’m retiring soon, you know?

For the past several months we’ve been amazingly busy getting everything ready. Social security and Medicare B had to be started, there were supplemental medical policies to evaluate, choose and apply for coverage, as well as dozens of other things.

Work, that is. I turned in my notice today. As of New Year’s day 2015, I will no longer be a full-time employee.

Today’s chuckle courtesy of my Android tablet’s spam filter:

Terri is the middle child in our family. That’s her in the light-colored coat and hat in the foreground.

Two years later, he would have a heart attack. I vividly remember him on the bathroom floor in his underwear and Mom shooing me out, “Get ready for school.” The ambulance took him away as I rode off to school not knowing.

Memphis, the city of my youth, is now lost. The attack at a Krogers grocery a few days ago a little over a mile from where I lived has now been followed by a street attack in my wife’s old neighborhood.

Our rights, whether considering the US Constitution or those adopted by the United Nations, have a common origin.