I've been sixty-five for almost a year now.
June 14th, I quit the job that I had been doing for forty some years.
I walked away because I felt that I was too ill to continue being of much real value, and that attempting to work on would hinder any chance I might recover at least some of my health.
I miss my friends and the common purpose and community that we formed. And so I'm stuck. Unable to go back and unable to move forward.
Its the dead of winter. I'm frozen in the snow.
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