Wrote this, and then re-wrote it, then re-read it......
I think it'll work. Thanks, FF for making me remember it......
"Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar,
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known."
A quote from Tolkien, and a testament to a Warrior lifestyle, not quite completely given up.
As I wrestle with my decisions, the words come back that it's truly time to look away from the fire and the sword and the horrors that I've seen,
"And look at last, upon meadows green...."
And that thoroughly includes the Corporate "Warrior".....
And then I think, it's only Three or Four days, for G-ds sake, I'll be able to say no to further expansion of their needs.
Or will I......damm my adventurous bent.
We'll see, I'll think.....I know, I have the Cubs, and I'm not "exactly" a spring chicken......
Actually, though, I'm not a chicken at all.
I am Wollf