Tuesday, September 10, 2019
My leaving now is a soft closing. There is no real drama in it, at least for those who are staying. They look forward to a new energy. Out with the old, in with the new. It is sad--for me.
And so day by day, I decide whether to go to work or to stay home. I have a ton of work on my desk that I need to complete before I can begin to relax. I won't do it today. I am staying home. Tomorrow, I say. Tomorrow I will work.
But I feel as if I should begin my new life of working 'round the house. Maybe, I think, today I will pull weeds. I need to repaint the deck, too. And there is the mulching of driveways, too.
It seems I am exchanging a job I like for one that I don't. I'm not so certain about this.
Finding a hotel in Paris for a week has turned out to be a full-time job. All the ones suggested to me are unavailable for the time period I am there. I need to find something quickly before I end up staying at the Paris Best Western.
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