Remember when we worked?

I was thinking about that this morning as I took a leisurely 9:00 a.m. shower.  Back in the working days, I’d leap out of bed at 6:00 and fling myself into the shower.  There were two teenage girls in the house…and one bathroom.  They were each allotted 30 minutes…I managed in about fifteen.  The bathroom boasted a large clock on the wall.  Somehow we made it work, but oh my.  It WAS work.

I was so lucky to always have work I enjoyed.  Still, I don’t miss it, not even a little bit.  My days are relaxed and pleasant;  no cranky people;  no hurry this, hurry that;  No meetings or deadlines.   I made my contribution;  it’s someone else’s turn now.  I hope who ever that is enjoys it also.