Major Warthog from the retirement party

Church today had readings that were strangely appropriate for Retirement Eve. The first was Ecclesiastes 2:21-23:

For here is a man who has labored with wisdom and knowledge and skill, and to another, who has not labored over it, he must leave his property. This also is a vanity and a great misfortune.
For what profit comes to a man from all the toil and anxiety of heart with which he has labored under the sun?
All his days sorrow and grief are his occupation; even at night his mind is not at rest. This also is vanity.

He said to them, Take heed and guard yourselves from all covetousness, for a man's life does not consist in the abundance of his possessions."
But he spoke a parable to them, saying, "The land of a certain rich man brought forth abundant crops. And he began to take thought within himself, saying, 'What shall I do, for I have no room to store my crops?' And he said, 'I will do this: I will pull down my barns and build larger ones, and there I will store up all my grain and my goods. And I will say to my soul, Soul thou hast many good things laid up for many years; take thy ease, eat, drink, be merry.' But God said to him, 'Thou fool, this night do they demand thy soul of thee,'; and the things that thou hast provided, whose will they be?' So is he who lays up treasure for himself, and is not rich as regards God."

Speaking of goals: The 4 miles I walked around the RenFaire yesterday made it a whopping 6.2 for the week, but I'm a pound down from last week anyway. I mailed stuff to Roni (old sketches of hers), and the card for my aunt. I did actually do some math. No words, no history, and only one magazine. Blech. (This also is vanity.)