Am I now retired? Or semi-retired? Or even that?
I guess that if one has to ask oneself the question there must still be enough life left in the corpse to fall back on a semi-plausible denial, but the facts in the case appear exceedingly slim at this moment, even to me. Social security has begun, and Thank Goodness for that, because the money from all other income streams has dried up to an alarming degree. Mind you, the drain on finances has not slowed at all.
Likewise, the desire to do Creative Work has not abated, but the interest in banging one's head repeatedly against a brick wall until the blood flows has dimmed considerably. If no one likes what I'm doing, why keep doing it? The ability of my Ego to absorb continuous punishment is decreasing by the minute.
For now, there's laundry to do and a lawn to mow. You know, whilst my brain makes up its mind or is made up for me. I'm sure that I can find some Busy Work to keep me occupied Between Meals and Sleeps. But coping with the restlessness is still a Question. Am I taking a few Involuntary Vacation Days, or is This It?
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