The politics of the factory no longer have any allure. Each day, I do something that I've done for years for the last time. There is a weirdness to it that I can't explain. I've never been a maudlin man, not even sentimental. But I do believe in sentiment. Yesterday, my old boss who has been retired for years came by to see me. She thought I was silly to be sad about leaving. But it is hard to quit doing something that you are very, very good at doing. And it is not the leaving so much that brings on the sentiment but the fact that I have reached the point in my life where I am leaving something I am good at to do something else which I will probably never master.
I am very good at it, and the people are sad to think of me going.
But I have the whole presidential campaign to organize, and that should keep me very busy. I will need to get on the town hall circuit and make the debates. So much to do.
But not today. We are on four day work weeks now, so I begin my three day weekend. It will be busy. I have much to do around the homestead and must tend to Ili besides.
Color. Just a splash. I told you I would tire of the black and white.