Tomorrow is the first day I won't get a paycheck in over 20 years. I knew it was coming, but it was always in the future until now. For the next few years we'll be living on Art's pensions. We've got some savings budgeted to spend each month, but I've been putting money away for so long it will be weird and difficult for me to take any out. So it feels like I no longer have money to pay bills with.
My Bag Lady is chortling. For the most part I haven't been listening to her. But this morning, as I was getting ready to make our flight reservations for our October trip to Italy, I had this impulse to call the group leader and tell him to cancel us from the roster. How can we possibly afford to travel when I'm not getting a paycheck? But I didn't call, and now we are committed to the trip.
I can tell this is going to take some getting used to.