A big congratulations to my honey on his first day of retirement.
With no calls to make, no emails to check, and no weekly call with his boss, Theo wasn’t all that certain his retirement started out so great. We fly two weeks from today and I put him to work helping me in the garage, only to get sidetracked by his collection of race car books (“Look Cindy, here is a picture of me in my heyday” and “Here I am in a four-wheel drift!”) And then there were the boxes of old photos…
Well, I figured I needed to keep him distracted. Hee-hee!
Anyway, we’re down to just having a couple more boxes to pack before our allotment that will fit into the crates is gone. Time to freak out? Maybe. Tylenol PMs are helping us sleep through without the 24-hour worrymeter ticking. But we’re in pretty good shape. Tomorrow’s another day.