Wednesday

Wednesday was a busy day for me. I was away from my desk for most of the day and when I finally got back I asked a coworker if Dick was local. Local is our code word for 'at a bar,' because I could see that he wasn't at his desk. It was his last official day after 37 or so years on the job.

I was told that he went home because he didn't feel well, he had sounded horse when I spoke to him that morning so I wasn't too surprised.

It was a weird ending. He was there and then he was gone. He's gone for good. His desk is empty.

I didn't get to say goodbye which bothered me a little even though we sort of settled that on Monday.

I wish him well.

And tell myself "Good luck."