That might be because of the travel bills showing up on the credit card this month - the deposit on our September schooner cruise and the plane tickets to Alaska. These trips have been planned and budgeted for, but still.
Or it might be because I just realized my husband Art isn't signed up for Medicare Part B yet, for some reason, and we can't apply to our HMO for Medicare Advantage for him unless we have both Medicare A and B. Which I knew, but not that he was missing Part B. And, since I've done all the planning and budgeting and analysis for our retirement, I wonder what ELSE is missing. Some small fact, heretofore unknown by me, that will reduce our income by half, or make it taxable in a super-high bracket, or will make it not arrive in the bank account for nine months. Something I've forgotten or never learned will bring us down.
Probably not, I tell myself.
But still, with 64 more days of work before I hang up my systems analyst's hat, these Bag Lady murmurings are bothersome.
On the other hand, having a short to-do list isn't troubling me at all. I remember as recently as last weekend when I had to experiment with a short list, to see if I could take the day as it came. I did. And this weekend it's even easier.
Maybe my super-responsible, oldest-child left brain is twitching a bit as it feels itself losing control over my life. "Hey, Bag Lady, come on over and sit with her for the afternoon."
Or maybe I just need to go take a nap.