At a certain point, there are no more Mondays in your life, no more Saturdays, no more weekends. There are just days of the sun rising and climbing, dimming and setting. Even the years lessen in importance, becoming more moot, except for those matters like taxes and voting. And you learn you can treat every day as you want.
Carpe diem, brothers and sisters. Treat this day as you want it.
Michael Seidel, writer 
Sounds like my retirement!
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Exactly. I’m semi-retired, pursuing the writing version but otherwise not working. This post was prompted by a conversation with a barista. It was her Friday and she was looking forward to her time off. LOL. Cheers
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