I went to help someone with a résumé at the shelter last night.
Stayed for the domestic violence support group.
Two women talked about looking for work.
I offered to come for a few hours each week to help.
Talked to the director today and she was all like totally cool and groovy about the résumé stuff, and then reminded me that she had asked me to start and moderate a book club at the shelter.
I start the résumé stuff next week.
I start the book club as soon as I can accumulate six copies of the same title.
I now have just a single day when I am not working somewhere.
I am as busy as I was before I retired.
My life rocks.
Except for therapy.