I’ve been trying to walk a 10K, for a few weeks now, and I’m almost there. I’m just seriously out of shape, even after three years in the Peace Corps. Don’t get me wrong, I can walk. It just takes me a “full” day to recover. And, to be fair, Armenia was a tad Posh Corp and I was evacuated from Peace Corps Ethiopia after a short nine months.

Sunday is my long day, when I try to really hit the 6 mile mark. I was so tried today, by the end of the walk, that I forgot to check my distance. I could have walked up the block and back or something and hit my 6 mile goal. Maybe it’s better to not push it.

Where I’m staying in Honolulu is a nice walk to the beach. Now that the Stay-at-Home order is a Safer-at-Home Mandate, (through the end of June), I feel better about grabbing a mask and getting some exercise. That being said, part of me wants to just sit and look at the ocean. We both know what will happen if I sit, right? I just keep it moving.

I’ve received an email from Peace Corps to setup an interview for a Peace Corps Response job. Response volunteers only serve 3, 6, 9, or 12 months. There’s no Pre Service Training, (while living with a host family), or four hours a day learning a new language. There’s a “short term” job that needs to get done and you jump right in and do it. Fingers crossed!

So, . . . I’ve still not decided if I’m retired. I crunched the numbers and I’m OK financially. But, … being under a 14 day self quarantine, followed by almost two months of a stay at home order has provided me with maybe too much of a glimpse into retirement life.

I mean, who (in their right mind) leaves Hawaii to return to the Peace Corps, for a 4th time?

I’ll be sixty-four years old, this July. I don’t have a job, a house, a car, or a plan.

I’ll let you know how this all plays out. — GGT