Yesterday delivered the day I've worked towards since January 1—the shutting of doors behind me. To wit:
* off the board. All praises
* no clients, no jobs, no worries
* taxes done. That estimated tax sent in January, fully coming back because of a technicality.
* insurance company sent their adjustment letter.
* Much lower than the vendor's bill because of double billing for some things and trying to claim it was an emergency call when they actually were summoned during business hours.
* started reclaiming my space from work archives and clutter
There's always something else, right? Minutes due from the annual meeting. Time to get our oil and filter and locate a reputable garage for our oil change. I looked at the manual with thoughts of doing it myself, but Nissan on our Maxima decided to hide the filter behind a wheel. Most of this car is super well designed, so I'm feeling that was done to discourage casual DIYers.
Anyway, I'm getting that foot-loose sense that retirement is supposed to bring. It's about day 93, and it's definitely about time.