Eleven more day shifts and two weeks from today I’ll be retired.
I lose track of what day it is. holidays mean nothing, except don't bother checking the mail. people ask me what my plans are for the weekend. dude, it's all weekend.
what I'm doing today: I have a potato peeler. I have a pile of arrows with torn up fletching. I am peeling the fletching and glue off the arrows. It's like shucking corn, your hands stay busy but your mind does not.
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