Shy and retiring 😎

 

Friday afternoon news drop.

I did it.

I told my boss I’m retiring.

My last day is May 28.

I’m not gonna say “It’s the summer of Robin” because we all know how well that worked for George Costanza, but still.

The first week of June I’m on a plane to Nashville for a few days and then onward to Seattle for an epic hang with Julie til whenever.

Inspired by this year’s Top Chef, we’re gonna Amtrak it to Portland for a few days and do some massive eating.

I see you, Portland friends. I’ll be hitting you up 😎

So yeah, retiring.  I actually retired twice before, but this time it’s legit, with money saved and social security just like a real adult.

Feh.  Adulthood.  The pandemic really brought that...and death...to my forefront.

I’m so fucking over both.

LET’S PARTY.

I couldn’t sleep last night because I knew I was calling my boss at 8:00so I signed on to work at 5:00 a.m. and now I’m collapsed on the sofa, wasted.

I’m euphoric but I’m also kind of sad.  I loved the writing aspect of my job and I really like my boss and my coworkers. It’s not going to be easy walking away this time.

But hell yeah I’m walking.

Gary and I have all kinds of plans.

Or, we may just hang out here and watch birds and listen to John Lee Hooker The Healer and eat raspberries like we’re doing now.

Oh, did I mention Eric is coming for a visit next week?

YESSSSSSSS.

Have an awesome weekend.