After some serious adjustments in my thinking I kind of find myself frequently asking what day it is. Without the job to define my life, each day seems to fold into the next. Holidays are just another day to us retired folks, especially those of us without any children or grandchildren for visits….
I am generally one of those who struggle to get through this time of year but not so much this year. Maybe the warm weather is helping… maybe it was the 5 million lights at Branson recently.. Fa La La
