After a week of vacation, I am ready for retirement. Even though sidelined by a migraine for two days, this has been the most pleasant, relaxing week I have enjoyed since the Christmas holidays. I have written, I have read, I have slept. I have had quiet time.

And I have two more weeks of vacation before I return to work.

With time to reflect, I realize that I feel a deep, profound resentment for the personal time I lost while working long hours for six months. And more than that, I resent the mental and emotional energy wasted on work when it could have been put to much better use in the afore-mentioned reading, writing, and relaxing.

Reading

My comfort read for the past month has been the first five book of The Chronicles of Amber by Roger Zelazny. I haven’t read them in probably 20 years. They are good, but not his best work. But even mid-grade Zelazny is better than most other works out there.

Writing

I have printout of a couple of two-score poems and I am actively editing several of them. I submitted two to a new anthology being produced by the Grand River Poetry Collective. Another half-dozen might eventually be good enough to send to other venues.

Weekly Writing Prompt

Subject: Colonization, Music
Setting: Subterranean
Genre: Magic Realism