{"id":17438,"date":"2016-10-07T11:10:16","date_gmt":"2016-10-07T11:10:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=17438"},"modified":"2016-10-07T11:10:16","modified_gmt":"2016-10-07T11:10:16","slug":"hey-what-day-is-it","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/?p=17438","title":{"rendered":"Hey &#8230; what day is it?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n<p><em><a href=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/retirement.pic_.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-16820\" src=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/retirement.pic_-300x167.jpg\" alt=\"retirement.pic_\" width=\"300\" height=\"167\" srcset=\"https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/retirement.pic_-300x167.jpg 300w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/retirement.pic_-768x427.jpg 768w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/retirement.pic_-1024x569.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/retirement.pic_-672x372.jpg 672w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/retirement.pic_-1038x576.jpg 1038w, https:\/\/highplainsblogger.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/retirement.pic_.jpg 1397w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>This is the latest in an occasional series of blog posts commenting on upcoming retirement.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I once knew this guy, the late Neil McKay, who was fond of poking fun at people.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Aww,&#8221; Neil would say, &#8220;he doesn&#8217;t even know what day it is.&#8221; He meant the jab in a sort of kind-hearted way.<\/p>\n<p>If he were around today, he could say that very thing about me.<\/p>\n<p>It would be true &#8230; <em>almost!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Back in the day, when I was working full time for a living, I had to know what day it is. It was imperative. I lived on deadlines and getting my work done by a certain time and a certain day &#8212; or else. Journalism makes those demands on those who practice the craft.<\/p>\n<p>Now? I&#8217;m hard-pressed on occasion to keep &#8217;em straight.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m aware that today is Friday. In fact, I rolled out of bed this morning knowing it. But the days do arrive when I cannot quite grasp the day of the week.<\/p>\n<p>I end up looking at my watch &#8212; yes, I still wear one of those things on my wrist &#8212; to make sure I know the day.<\/p>\n<p>The notion of retirement is freeing me of the time-sensitive obligations that tie down most of you working stiffs. Even though I&#8217;m there yet and have not arrived at the &#8220;fully retired&#8221; stage of life, I find myself grasping at times for information that I had locked in my noggin.<\/p>\n<p>The day of the week? Gosh, I don&#8217;t know. Let me check.<\/p>\n<p>My major concern these days &#8212; other than planning the next RV outing with my wife or awaiting the next visit with our granddaughter &#8212; seems to be ensuring that I am able to see the sun rise the next morning.<\/p>\n<p>Four years and two months into this new, semi-retired phase of life, I&#8217;m happy to say &#8230; so far, so good.<\/p>\n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=jkanelis\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is the latest in an occasional series of blog posts commenting on upcoming retirement. I once knew this guy, the late Neil McKay, who was fond of poking fun at people. &#8220;Aww,&#8221; Neil would say, &#8220;he doesn&#8217;t even know what day it is.&#8221; He meant the jab in a sort of kind-hearted way. 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