Dear Friends,
This morning, my anxiety
manifested itself in a very peculiar way. I stood there, in front of my innocent
dishwasher, and flapped my arms vigorously, till my thighs begged for mercy.
Imagine, the thought of unloading and reloading my dishwasher had overwhelmed
me.
We all have heard stories about people who die shortly after they retire. Well, now I can see why! It’s not the
boredom of eventless days that will kill you, but the preparatives!
Clearly, more than one stressor is tugging at my nerves. In case you are wondering why
I'm retiring, selling my condo and moving to Cobourg all at once, it's because I can't afford to hold a mortgage (never mind two) with my
pension cheque.
As soon as I press the "publish" button on this post, I'm rolling up my sleeves and following the Chinese proverb; a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Since I have to pack anyway, I might as well take down the pictures and the paintings in the den, and let the painter turn my sunny, stimulating writing nook, into a grey windowless hole.
Just that you all know,
henceforth, I’m not taking any responsibility for the quality of this blog.
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