My Last, Best Job
Mar. 29th, 2015 08:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayIt's Sunday morning, I've just brought my wife home from her overnight shift at the hospital, and my grandson is in the adjacent living room watching TV.
I've just sat down at the computer, with my first cup of coffee, having decided to work on the LJ entries that I'll eventually import to my PC and convert to hardcopy.
It struck me, as I sat down to do this, that I feel a lot like I did when I walked into work, back in the day. You know, that feeling of resolve, that drawing into focus of whatever appeared on the landscape around you, the anticipation of whatever might rise up on the horizon in front of you.
Which seems like a good place to be for my last, best job...
LPK
LiveJournal
3.29.2015
I've just sat down at the computer, with my first cup of coffee, having decided to work on the LJ entries that I'll eventually import to my PC and convert to hardcopy.
It struck me, as I sat down to do this, that I feel a lot like I did when I walked into work, back in the day. You know, that feeling of resolve, that drawing into focus of whatever appeared on the landscape around you, the anticipation of whatever might rise up on the horizon in front of you.
Which seems like a good place to be for my last, best job...
LPK
LiveJournal
3.29.2015
