Now that I have two blogs covering the different aspects of this one, I will make some changes to both. The Freewheeling Freelancer will continue to carry non-fiction about living and working on the road, and about my bicycle travels. Meanwhile, the site jthine.com will host fiction and memoir. Each Saturday, I will post to one site and publish a link on the other.
This week, I invite you to read the short story, Retirement, really?, part of the backstory to the Emily & Hilda series. https://jthine.com/blog/. Enjoy!
Until next time,
Smooth roads and tailwinds,
Jonathan.
On Monday night, Emily told Cindy what had happened on Rugby Road. To her surprise, Cindy took it very calmly, apologizing for having been so selfish over the weekend when Emily first came back to the room. 
“Remember, tomorrow’s a half-day,” Dr. Osborne said as he and Hilda tidied up their respective offices. “Doris stays behind to do paperwork, which she could never keep up with unless we leave her alone.” 
Mariana signalled a stop at the overlook on the Blue Ridge Parkway and swung off her bike. Emily caught the move in her peripheral vision only because she was looking at the same thing. She did a U-turn and joined the group. 
Monday morning, Jack rode out to NGIC. He had taken a taxi there after he returned with his things, depositing uniforms and toilet kit in the locker room of the gym. He might not always need a shower each morning, but he did not plan to commute in uniform. Rolling target, he thought. 
On their way back to Hancock Drive, Emily showed Cindy the Aquatic and Fitness Center and pointed out the dining halls and bus stops. The crowd of families and newcomers had thinned considerably by the time they walked up to the second floor. The Resident Assistants were taking a break in the little lounge at the end of the hall. Emily and Cindy introduced themselves. 