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.