My working self always saw Sunday afternoon as the start of getting ready for the workweek. Somewhere around 4 pm, I would switch from weekend mode to work mode. All of my friends recognized the pattern. If we were out of town for the weekend, they knew I would start getting antsy to head home as soon as noontime was in sight.
Well, those days ended with retirement. I'm still a gal who likes to get in bed early, but I no longer have to worry about last-minute grading, food prep, or figuring out what to wear.
Yesterday, my younger friend, Julie, and I went out for a late afternoon stroll. Since our walk took us right by a neighborhood tavern, we decided to pop in for a beer to reward ourselves for getting out and getting moving.
"Can you believe it's been a year since I gave my official notice of retirement?' I asked, "I mean, I still can't believe it!"
Julie laughed, "I don't know about that, all I know is I can't believe I got you to have a beer at 5 on a Sunday afternoon."
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