
I clock out. Shut down. Save and shut down. Always backup.
The screen fades to black. I’m off the grid, the author’s grid. I take in my
surroundings. My environment is clouded in a layer of dust. I get out the Pledge. The waste
basket needs dumping. Rewrites that have been rewritten. It’s garbage day.
Change the cat litter and drag the cans outside to the curb.
It is a beautiful day, Southern California, November-
beautiful. I retired six months ago from a day job that, most often, consumed fifty
to sixty hours of my week. I dreamed of days swaying in my swing on my secluded patio,
reading and napping.

A Southern California, November- beautiful day is short. It retires
to an afternoon chill and sunset shadows. A long walk in the hills finishes my
day off the grid. I am renewed and inspired.
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