At about 5.30 p.m. today, my first-ever sabbatical leave commenced. I did a couple of happy-dance jigs on my way down the hallway and out of Thompson House.
The next four months and two weeks are new adventure. I have much to accomplish, and projects to tend and nurture and complete. And I have books to read, and sleep to take, and travel to do, and music to write.
Tonight, though: a steak dinner with a dear friend. Some bubbly. And no alarm on Tuesday morning.
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