I had a doctor's appointment this morning, so I took a sick day. I have a lot of sick time saved, and I'm going to lose it all next week, so rather than take the few hours the appointment needed, I took the whole day. For, you see, I"m retiring. My last duty day is March 28th. On March 29th, I'll turn in my gear and begin the weekend. My first day of paid retirement is April 1st.
I was doing laundry this afternoon, folding a big pile of black, pocket, tee-shirts, and realized that I have worn these for several decades because that's what uniform comps wear. They are getting somewhat shabby, and they'll be converted to shop rags soon, but I'll have to decided wht to wear every day, something that I haven't had to do since I met Belle.
I had retired when I met Belle and was doing contract work but went back in uniform shortly after we met. I've been a cop for most of my adult life, over 37 years behind the badge, and it will be over very soon. Next week is going to be bitter-sweet, but I intend to work my last duty day just like I worked the first one. When my shift is over, I'm sure that it will hit me, but right now, it's just something I have to do until next week is over.
I have two huge projects coming up in April, which is why I'm retiring now. The nearest one is the shooting match I'm hosting, the second weekend of April. The other is a project that I've been planning for six months, but that I won't talk about until April 1st.
Stand by. We're going to have a lot of fun.