When my wife left for work this morning at 8 o'clock sharp, I found myself slipping down, down into a depression that persisted into the afternoon.For hour after hour I lay in bed, motionless, eyes closed, but wide awake, mulling over my new situation. I think the enormity of my decision to retire has finally hit home, underlined by my loss of status at work, which leaves me a mere employee, doing someone else's bidding, rather than calling the shots for myself as I have for the last 30 years. I have the resources to say goodbye to them; walk away and never come back, but I know I won't.
No, I shall persevere, pretend to toe the line and go my own way as I always have done. In this way, maybe I can preserve my flagging ego and self esteem. I eventually cheered myself up a little by watching "Carlito's Way" in which Al Pacino as the eponymous hero appears to have far my problems than my own minor issues. Later on, my morale had improved to a point where I could give the lawn its first mow of the year. The minor pysical outlay was a good foil to my earlier indolence.
Speaking of problems, there's the whole Arab world to consider, as one by one the people are rising up and demanding their freedom, despite the obvious dangers they face. We can only hope the power vacuum left after it is all over will not be filled by a series of Sharia regimes. I don't believe it's what the people want, and it certainly isn't in our interests either.
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