Retirement come, retirement put on hold

A few years ago I retired from the work force. 

It lasted about two months until my ex-employer called me and begged me to un-retire. (Seems my replacement lied about experience.) I went back with the understanding I'd work two or three days a weeks, and I got to choose the days. 

That lasted about six months and all hell broke loose. Business was booming and I was very reluctantly working full time again. 

Now the wheel has turned and I'm scaling back again. This time, I've agreed to ease into my departure. Beginning in August, I'm on a four-day workweek. As soon as a new hire comes in, it'll be three days a week. Then two. 

And then, please God, may I please actually and permanently enter my post-employment years and become The Lady of the Manor? 

TW

PS. I may even get around to reviewing some of the better books I read. 

At the polls

Well, I voted. A great privilege, and a great responsibility, voting.

Now I need to come clean. One of the candidates I probably would have voted for met me on the parking lot of the local school (where I vote), and proceeded to attempt to engage me in conversation.

I still work Tuesdays and Thursdays. I'd worked all day. I'd been to the grocery, gone to a friend's house to check on her dogs because she was working at the poll, and I had a full evening of cooking, washing dishes, and laundry ahead of me before I could disappear into a book. And this IDIOT wanted to chat.

I didn't vote for him. He simply doesn't understand the working woman.