Waiting . . . .

My husband and I, through circumstances not of our choosing, have approached retirement differently.  He has eased into it over the last two years, by working progressively less and less, until he is now officially retired, and only works part time at about two days per week or less, just to keep busy and to bring in a little extra income.  I, on the other hand, am still working full time.  I now only have about six working days left, which should make me euphoric....  It's not. ... I am somehow suspended in this never-never land of not really working, meaning not moving forward in the tasks of my job.  I am only working on ending or suspending my tasks until my replacement takes over.  Unfortunately, I am also not moving on, meaning I'm not getting on with retiring.


Six days is just a shamefully short period of time,  and I should not even be writing about the agony of waiting, let alone actually feeling it.   But, ...   


This dilemma of time and whatever it is I am feeling, brings me back to quantum physics.  Apparently, time and space must blend and change speeds together in order to keep the speed of light constant, or I guess, the universe(s) would just cease to exist. (Truth be told, physicist don't have a clue what would happen.)  Nonetheless, it seems that in my little corner of the universe, time and space have blended together (or more accurately, conspired) to have me experience each day and the space of my office, at an ever agonizingly slower pace. And, I suspect that on the last day of work, I will be trapped in a quantum time flux of a constantly repeating  twenty-four hours.  I suddenly have a whole new appreciation of poor Bill Murray's character in Ground Hog Day.


So, here I am waiting.....   Waiting for movement,  waiting for change, waiting for finality, waiting for time and space to get off the stick, already, and get me retired !!!!