Today, Monday, is the first day of a five-day module that I have been coordinating in my school. It serves two related master’s courses, each of which contributes about a score of students. In one course it is a core requirement, and it is an elective in the other. I just introduced the module to a crowded classroom, and I did it with characteristic gusto. As I write, one of my colleagues is giving the first bona fide lecture. During the week, I will have two such lectures, which I will surely relish. On the last day, Friday, I will run a seminar that will wrap up the entire module. It will be a joy, too. That will be the last bit of teaching I will ever do in any formal sense of that word. And how do I feel about it? Am I sad about the imminent end of my professional career? Am I consumed by doubt about my decision to retire early? Am I feverishly considering ways and means of returning to the classroom? Not the least bit. I am just savoring the end.