Reflections upon nearly completing a long four day weekend:
If I only had 80 days to live I’d want to spend them in Anjeong-ri. Every day here seems like an eternity.
Coincidentally, I have 81 days left in my life. My working life that is.
I’m ready to be reborn in re-retirement.
Hurry sundown!
Nice. And with a tweak here and there, you’ve got a poem.