the end of the road

The golf season is all but over, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it yet. I'll miss it, but, at the same time, I really won't. There is only so much one person can take and I am beyond my threshold. I really hate it. Done does not begin to describe my feelings for that place. Four years is plenty long enough for me. I have the numbers of the people I like and I plan on staying in touch with all of them. However, I won't ever go back there. Ever. I'm going to take a week or two and relax, do some artwork, and then start my next job. I need to decompress.