Now I get it. A year ago June, my husband, Tom, retired. I was working part time and all was good. Then, I retired from my part time job. With the pandemic the days of the week already ran together but when I added retirement to that, I started to understand why Tom continued to tell me he thought it was a different day.
Now that we're in our seventies and both retired it is easy to wonder what day it is. I fill my days with swimming, yoga, and tennis and each activity has its own day and time so I was still somewhat on schedule. I like it that way.
We manage to busy ourselves with our little routines, house projects, neighborhood walks, Netflix, and PrimeVideos, but I still have to look at my Fitbit to see what dang day it is.
What day is it again?
Who Am I?
I am what I am ... nothing more, nothing less. It's not that I know more than anyone else ... it's just that I've lived longer than a good many and have experienced life. I am a people watcher, a listener. I don't judge ... we all have a journey ... thank you for allowing me to share my journey with you.