A day abed . . . such fun, such guilt! Is this what
retirement is all about? I awoke at my usual 4:30
a.m. well rested and enjoying the memories of
the night before. I did some work on the computer,
treated myself to breakfast in bed and there and
then decided to treat myself to a day abed. I can
remember in my teaching years just how glorious
such a day could be. Alas, it couldn't be celebrated
in a state of purity as there were children to be fed
and men to be tended to . . . to say nothing of work!
Nonetheless, I've treated myself before. Still, ayer
was the max! I read the entire day! Kill me now
'cuz I've seen Nirvana! Of course there were phone
calls and food to be brought to bed with me, but
oh, what a day! Now, my entire body hurts and
urgently needs to rise and shine . . . still, 'twas fun
while it lasted!
ive seen nirvana
trip to the heavens taken
so loathe to return
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