I'm here. In a place called retirement. Two days in. Scared. A little lost. Still thinking about school things. Feeling like life is shortening when it should feel like it's lengthening. Kinda weirded out.

Finances are still a question. I'm hovering somewhere between God will provide and I have many skills to market remotely. Probably a combination will win out.

Plans? Initially, to read, to nap, to get Wordle right every day, and to make lists. I'm a great list maker. Not so great at putting checkmarks on the list. I have some medical stuff to deal with, which involves quitting smoking (not yet on the list). I want to write again, and actually market it this time. I have a lot of sorting and organizing to do. I want to find some sort of exercise I will commit to. 

I guess I want to build a life again. I'm what you could call a functioning hermit. Other than going to and from school, my car never moved. I can prove it - it's a 2011 and it has about 52,000 miles on it. 

I need to find a path back to friendships. I have a whole slew of acquaintances, but friends? You know - the kind who come over to help you make a mess of hanging pictures. Or who hang out with you at Home Depot because you have to buy a new garbage disposal but you can't make up your mind. 

Well, I'm here. There's no real turning back now.