It's very difficult to turn down an invitation from a charming and beautiful young woman that begins like this:
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a sensible woman in possession of a free evening must be in want of a Jane Austen night.
And so, unemployed, I do find myself in possession of many free evenings. I left work early today after tearful good-byes and loaded up my car with only my coffee cup, and all the flowers and good wishes from my co-workers.
I never treat my workplace as though it is home, so there was none of that sad packing of a box with pictures and personal effects. Just a coffee cup and my own personal pen, fiercely guarded all this time. Copied the necessary files and handed them over, deleted all emails, did a few last-minute favors, made sure everyone knew they could call me if they needed something, hugs, and buh-bye. I live two miles away. It's not like they won't see me around.
Away to Charleston, then! I am sure I will freeze my groodies off, but it will be totally worth it to see the newlyweds.
Then off to Atlanta, I think, or Lookout Mountain, depending on where my sister is hunkered down for the winter. Maybe I'll hike through Cloudland Canyon or grab a flight to Bend, Oregon to visit a friend. I still have one or two.
Or maybe I'll just drive to wherever the road calls.
The Jolly Roger says I should call him when I get where I'm going.
I told him I might be a few months...