This sabbatical is coming to an end.
The time off was pretty spectacular from my vantage point, and if I dare say, near perfect (pfth, pfth, pfth!). It almost felt like my sabbatical was waiting for me to experience it. I'm pretty sure that most people feel this way about theirs too. In any case, it was my first, and it didn't disappoint.
Time to go back to work. Sigh, smile, sigh again.
Last week, we were enjoying a cup of Greek coffee at Cafe Fragma on Marathon Lake with my dear cousins who live in Athens. As I finished mine I turned it over onto the saucer, in the hopes that someone at the table knew how to read my future in the coffee grounds. My husband did the same. As one of my cousins picked up the cups she began to identify some markings. Both of our cups had some markings that represent money. Hmmm.... I asked how much money exactly. She couldn't tell. I asked if it was enough to retire on... she didn't know. I didn't want to pressure her.
OK, honestly, I'm not ready to retire. But rest assured that pictures of the coffee cups will be presented at our next meeting with our financial advisor for future planning purposes.