End of Year Notes

End of year notes ..... 

• The past year has changed me. Several visits to doctors and specialists have eroded something inside of me. it's become difficult to think too far ahead. 
• It's become normal to drive around town and feel that everything I once enjoyed has either gone away or changed for the worse. 

I'm the oldest of five siblings ..... four of us to this point, surviving covid ..... two are retired and the other is very close. So why am I still working? Why am I so terrified of the R-word? I've started and am receiving both my social security and pension. So officially in some eyes (the union that I belong to), I am retired and working for fun ..... Oh, and extra money. But I have to keep reminding myself. And there's a certain freedom in knowing I could wake up on any given workday and decide I'm not going in ..... and then never return. I don't need to say goodbyes, a situation I've never handled well. And I don't need to notify anyone. 

• How could two towns that share a border and with a combined population over 200,000, not have a real record store?
• I don't look at the obituaries any more. And I have nothing to add to that. 
• My boss claims that he informed me beforehand of an impending audit. I swear that he didn't. Considering our ages, there's no doubts as to which story people would believe. Yet it's not something I would have forgotten.