Day sixty - New Year's Day

60 days off work! I can't remember what it's like anymore. In recent years I have had the same number of COVID lockdowns as everyone else, followed by a 13 week sabbatical. Now I have so far had 60 days off. I am looking, not at the whole New Year thing, but at the countdown of time. In 30 days it will be my birthday. That means 3 years until I can claim my State Pension. I never thought that day would come - it hasn't yet, but 3 years is close.

What I have to ask myself is: do I have 3 years left in me?

My life plan (which I never actually had) didn't involve retiring; but it didn't involve getting ill either.

I have to make plans now though, because I imagine that I will be back at work on the 1st February. One thing I have realised is that I work better to a deadline, so it's not like I can use this time to organise a couple of months of sermons, or anything like that.

I don't think it will be a good idea to dive straight back in either. But I've never liked the idea of winding down for a few years.

I still have plenty to do, but I don't have people to do it all with.

The easiest thing would be to not go back. But can I do that?

I definitely feel burnt out.

But maybe no decisions until test results come back in, and until I hear what is happening with my prostate.

I think it's time for a change of subject until those results come in.