Finally the fog is lifted! My head is clear, my sinuses are unobstructed, and my coughs are a few hours apart! Thank goodness for antibiotics, despite the fact that it graced me, with its side effects — an incredible sense of sadness drove me to doubt my decisions!
As I was happily designing a new life for myself, on planet retirement, with a very precise script in hand, I might add, I didn't realize that I don't really have a realistic view of life in a small town. I have to accept that it might not be a seamless transition for me, after all. I might have to give up my summer to close one door, before opening another. The mere fact that I don't want to give up my summer, is proof that I'm still a teacher! But then, perhaps, retiring and moving to Cobourg are not a bad combination — turning sixty is the monkey in the rink! Contrary to popular saying that age is just a number, I believe age is the turbulent voyage of hormones! And mine are about to hit yet another milestone! Although I walk faster than some thirty-year-olds, and I can easily bend down or squat, I have this inexplicably nagging feeling that the end is near, and I can't help but wonder, exactly what end is near.
Who is driving me to madness, myself, the hormones or the antibiotics?
Maybe I should have waited another year, or two.
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