A new friend of mine had her last day at her job of 8 years today. I was envious of her. The last day is something I’ve dreamt about for years. I picture choreography… skipping… singing… Something that has “goodbye” in the chorus along the lines of Pink Martini’s “Dosvedaniya Mio Bambino

I think about how I’ll remember everything. I always say that “It will be really funny someday” and that I’ll write a book.

A book… another book… in addition to that other one I’m supposed to be working on.

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