It's done. On May 30 I closed the door on my store, and sixteen years of my life, for the final time. It would break any framer's heart to see what I disposed of but most of the hard stuff, some moulding, matboard, saw, matcutter, thumbnailer, etc. are stacked in my garage while my Trooper sits on the driveway. The day after closing I took off for beautiful Montana for a week and since my return have puttered around the house like a retiree. I have one or two jobs to finish up for customers and sometime I'll get around to them. But honestly, the desire to frame just isn't there at the moment. I feel this incredible sense of freedom, like an immense ball and chain has been cut from my leg. The reality is, I know, that at some point I have to start making a living again. I have one or two irons in the fire and who knows, at some point I may have to fire up the matcutter, but right now the call of the blade is not there. I'll check in from time to time to see how everyone is doing. In the meantime I'm enjoying, for now, that feeling of rejoining the "normal" world. I recall an ad some years ago (I think for Hertz) where a dazed looking businessman wanders through an airport saying "I'm walking through airports." That was me the last two Saturdays...."So this is what Saturdays are..."