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Friday 17 December 2010

Yet another bubble burst

I don't know if it's just me, but it seems that the 24 hours I used to have in my day have been either compressed or rejigged.  Sleep has been compressed to 4 hours, morning has been reduced to breakfast and internet but expanded to 6 hours and the other 14 race by except when I'm in the car.

This is not what I had anticipated for my years of retirement.  I had seen a late to bed, late to rise rhythm with long stretches of books and a glass of wine, bubble-enriched reading in the tub, elegant snacks, nutritious dinners, leisurely and popcorn-enabled viewing of old British mysteries on DVD, walks to pristine natural locales where I could soak up (city) nature, all to be balanced by refined mall-trawling.


 

6 comments:

  1. I never thought of retirement until it was thrust upon me by a bout of kidney cancer and Social Security disabilty. However, it has not been dull, between my political career, now ended, my civic, charitable and church projects. With the aid of oxygen I get a good 6-8 hours of sleep. I don't get to read as much as I like, but it am still learning the Kindle way.

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  2. It never goes as we envision. But I must take you to task for your oxymoron: "refined mall-trawling."

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  3. I'll never get to retire, but I only work 18 hours a week, I'm not an ambitious cook or housekeeper or anything else, and even then I find the hours in a day too short. The weeks fly by. The months disappear. The years have become entirely invisible. What is happening?

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  4. sounds very much like my days off. def. 6 hr. mornings.

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  5. it does go by way too fast! LOVE that photo :)

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