Retire, Retired, Retiring

When life takes the wind out of your sails
And everything pales in comparison to impending death,
It's time to reassess and do your best
To appreciate every moment...every breath.

Tough job, that — remembering to appreciate life when you're depressed about dying, even if it's not your own death that's immediately looming. You hope.

Lately I've been getting up very early. I usually wake up early and lie in bed, eventually falling back to sleep — or not. But a couple of times now I've gotten up and watched an old move on TCM, and it's been fun. (I'm talking the 4 a.m. movie...or earlier on occasion.)

Oddly, I've been feeling like I'm retired. The reasons don't matter, I guess, but the feeling is strange. No demands on my time. Free to do whatever whenever with no negative repercussions. Although, it's a bit disconcerting to have no pressing daily work or direction. Takes some getting used to.

Feeling retired makes me feel tired. Guess the thing to do is retire to bed and get more sleep.

Or get more work so I can really retire. Aaack!