Today was the last day of my eighteenth year at this job.  I’m not leaving yet.  There are a couple of projects I’m eager to finish up before I back away, and I hope I’ll get to them soon.  (Other projects have been taking priority, and I’m waiting for input and help from other staffers.)

It was another fairly quiet day, but productive.  The other day I went through my closet and sorted through shoes, discarding some and contributing others to a thrift shop in our neighborhood.  (I’ll make at least one more pass through those remaining, and go through other clothing besides.  I know there are items I won’t use, but meantime I cleared out a lot of space.)  This morning, my sweetie took the shoes to the thrift shop.

Then I got email from a friend an former colleague who was happy to adopt my tenor recorder.  It was a lovely but misguided high-school graduation present.  My stubby fingers could never adapt to the instrument, which I think is quite a good one, and I was really happy for it to go to a home where it will be enjoyed.  We also managed to do some catching up before our mutual exhaustion put an end to it.

I accomplished a couple of administrative chores and made some headway on a couple of others, but the “making headway” part is frustrating, because I don’t get to cross things off my todo list.

Today’s (postal) mail included a care package of destressers from my cousin, with a note of support.  I’ve nibbled the chocolate, but haven’t had a lavender soak yet, nor done any art work.  We also got a beautiful card with a personal note from our financial advisor, whom we’ve worked with for over 20 years.

And then I realized I’d completely forgotten I was going to meet with one of my neighbors about one of the projects I’ve been working on for the co-op.  She was merciful.

Another quiet day.