The wife and I are enjoying a leisurely breakfast at LaBou, across the street from the University of California, Davis, Medical Center. We are meeting the wife's oncologist to discuss her coming chemotherapy.
We took the No. 82 bus from our house to the 65th Street light rail station and rode the train to the 23rd Street station. Today I turned in my Sacramento Bee ID card. I am now officially unemployed.
I've decided this is good. I had been unhappy at The Bee. The lack of opportunities to do new things -- I'd been on the job for nearly 28 years -- combined with the increasing workload as staffing cutbacks took effect left me little reason to stick around.
But it took The Bee to cut the golden handcuffs that held me to the job. Now the opportunities are unlimited.
It also has been helpful that I have been free to travel with the wife as she prepares to battle breast cancer.
This all looks better today than it did June 16, 2008.