The other day I met a friend that I hadn’t seen for a long time. “So,” she asked, “are you still working?” “No,” I answered, “I’ve recently retired.” “So,” she asked again, “how have you been spending your time since you retired?” She might as well have asked me to explain Einstein’s Theory of Relativity because, as I opened my mouth to respond, I found that, in fact, I could not. Respond, that is. The truth was, that although the days seemed to be passing quickly, I couldn’t account for my time.
This was startling. When I worked and had family responsibilities, I could tell you (although I have no idea why you would be interested) that I would be grocery shopping on Wednesday at six pm and folding laundry two nights a week at eleven o’clock. (In fact, one of the things I promised myself in retirement was never again to be folding laundry at eleven o’clock at night!)