I've always liked breezeways

I feel as if I am in the breezeway between the work phase and the retirement phase of my life. It's like summer break, except that I am not weighed down by the knowledge that I am going to be going back to work in a month or so. It's a nonchalant feeling. All I have to do is stroll toward that entrance on the other side of the breezeway. Maybe it's because my friend, Carmen, planted the thought in my brain, but my complete feeling of retirement probably won't come until school goes back into session. While I am here (in the breezeway) I will continue to think, plan, rethink and replan.