4:00 p.m. Each day I look forward to 4:00 p.m. it means I made it through another day. When I was working, it was the time I arrived back home. In retirement, it was the time I would start preparing dinner. Now it's a border line between the day and the evening. Between street clothes and pajamas. Between remembering other days and other nights. Between now and what's to come. 
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