…and because I’m ‘retired’, it’s just another day. No breathless anticipation for the weekend, either. Just a reminder to stay away from the malls because everyone else who toils from 9-5 during the week will be out trying to get caught up.
I remember those days well. Sports, shopping, laundry, cooking, entertaining, cleaning, try to get in some reading and sleep on Saturday. Start over on Sunday and add getting ready for the upcoming week.
When I think of how many decades I was on that seven-day-a-week treadmill, I feel tired all over again. But now, I can take a nap or clean the linen closet or do some sewing. Yup. Good times!
Categories: Modern life
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