The five days off were a blessing, and a welcome relief. But we're back at work today, with varying degrees of regret.
There was a small mountain of mail awaiting my return, after only two days off, but it was duly opened, read, entered, processed, forwarded, et cetera, by 0800.
It's nice to have the experience to be able to solve problems, resolve issues, and generally make things happen. But there are more and more days wherein I'd rather not have to be the one who has to care about it. It's not that I don't care, mind; it's just that I've apparently passed That Certain Age where things which were once important, if not critical, just go by the wayside. And that bothers me.
A little bit.
But even that concern is slowly fading.
There are friends and acquaintances here who are roughly the same age, and they've all noticed it. So many things which were once of dire importance just don't seem to be all that substantial, anymore.
And there are so many things I still want to do, around the house. And my writing has been neglected for months, as we focused on the purchase of that house, plus all the projects, improvements, and so forth.
Just as an example, my bride and I were watching TV last night. That's not surprising, although I couldn't say whether either of us was paying much attention. But when the coil spring on garage door #1 decided to break in two and unwind explosively, directly underneath her recliner, it got our attention.
It's a sound I've heard before, and therefore knew exactly what it was.
So this morning we contact the home warranty company, once again being thankful that our realtor impressed upon us the importance thereof. Garage door springs are covered, you see, with only a $100 deductible.
Thank you, Cindy. :)