Aftermath

Thanks for all of the words of congratulations and encouragement. My boss was not thrilled when I delivered the news, but come May 14 it's not my problem anymore. I admit (as I told on_thg) that there was a moment after I left work Friday when a little voice in my head said, "What the fuck did you just do?" My solution was to drown that voice with crisp, refreshing, mind-numbing Yuengling lager.

Now comes the flurry of little tasks that need to be accomplished prior to our departure on May 15. I spent last night cleaning out one of my closets so that the subtenants will have enough space. Amongst the depths:

* three milk crates from when I was in college;
* the crappiest clock radio ever that I bought for $5 in my first year at the law firm so I could listen to Yankee playoff games at work (it didn't get good enough reception);
* eight of my grandfather's 60-year old golf clubs (1W, 2W, 3W, 2I, 5I, 7I, 9I, P);
* a mop;
* an umbrella dyed with water-soluble dyes (brilliant!);
* a badly worn area rug that was replaced three years ago yet mysteriously never made it into the trash;
* an unopened $6.99 roll of bathtub edge sealer;
* not one, not two, but three Dust Busters, none of which I bought.

I was hoping I might find my sanity buried underneath all the detritus, but no such luck. Guess CK is still stuck with me for the trip out to Vegas.