My house is getting really clean. I've never had a hoarder house or lived in squalor, but some walls got washed that may or may not have ever been washed since I bought my house. I've read quite a few books. Besides 1st Phorm, I'm looking into other ways to make money.
I've dreamed about trips that I don't think I should take right now and actually had flights in my cart before I deleted it, too chicken to incur the expense. I've had plenty of time to
I go snowboarding DURING THE WEEK and it's glorious. No little kids cutting me off, and wide open runs.
I go hiking and snowshoeing with friends and don't worry about having to get everything ready for work the next day.
I go to the gym when I want to, instead of the busy times when everyone is leaving work. There's days when I wake up and enjoy the feeling of not having to be anywhere anytime soon.
In fact, this has been sort of practice for the retirement life, and it's good. I find I miss work very little. If there's people I miss, I can always see them. It's nice to know that it probably won't be too traumatic to make that transition. I won't be lost, without purpose.
Of course, there's a price. I'm about to miss a month of pay, and nobody knows how long this ridiculousness will continue, so it's hard to budget. Other, non-feds don't seem to understand: they resent it when businesses try to help us out and think everything is ok because we will eventually get back pay. When we do go back, there will be a nightmare of work ahead; who knows if we will even have any seasonal employees to fight fire this summer.
But we keep going, because that's what we do. We do more with less, do the people's work, serve the greater good. I'm proud of us, the ones who are driving Lyft and Uber and waiting tables to get by, and the ones who have to go into work and will get a bill for deductions instead of a paycheck, but haven't quit or had a meltdown. These are some of the best people I know. I only wish more people could see that.