Okay, I think I'm ready now... *snicker*
Up until 6 months ago, I was gonna accept that I'd probably retire in the style of "Flo," the waitress with the dangly frigging earrings and chewing gum habit. Now, I'm not so sure. It's been 6 months now, and the idea of going back "to work" at the age of 48 seems dismal. I want to get up each day wanting to go do what I do or enjoy best. Not wake up thinking, "Ugh, work..." I'm very fortunate that Pete is standing behind me and holding down the fort, but I still need to do something and lately, I've been getting the info on taking the courses necessary for being a Vet Asst. like I wanted to be in my first childhood.
If all else fails, there's always the reality series route.