I have to go into my lab/office and get my class in order for the start of Fall term in two weeks. Next year at this time I’ll be retired, and nobody can tell me to go to work ever again. (Also, my “work” is enjoyable stuff anyway.) As I was walking into work, I spotted a bouquet that reflects my feelings perfectly. A little more time, and those flowers will be buried in snow, and I won’t have to look at them anymore.