There was a note on a stack of envelopes and papers waiting for me this morning.
"Please, if you get a chance, I need you to take care of my car's vehicle registration and run these photos to the post office."
Sadly, these instructions make me happy. The thing I miss most about work is being someone's "Right Arm". Chris pretty well takes care of himself. I don't get messages left on scraps of paper. I miss those. I miss the "Mail this", the "Call them", and "Bring us up to date with our payment" notes of the working world.
I was gleeful. I had errands to run. I made a list "Ballet. Vehicle Registration. Post Office." As I made the list I realized there were only three things on it. I didn't need a list for that. I didn't care.
I've been "unemployed" nearly a year. Does this go away?