When I was working the days where always too long, too much time for work and chores and too little time for rest and fun. It was not that I didn’t like to work, I loved my job, it was just that I had to work with very toxic people and that ruined it for me. Completely. I never managed to get some sort of balance into it. Now I’m retired and something funny happened. The days are too short, there is more fun stuff than day. *gasp* Ya I know, right? We get up at around 7 (no alarm clock, we just wake up) and first thing we do even before the first coffee is walkies, then coffee for me and breakfast for the dog. After that it’s usual chores, whatever pops up. Around noon we have some sort of lunch (Ami gets her cow ear) and right after we go on walkies again. The noon walk is usually the longest walk of the day. When we come home it’s about 2 pm, I get a coffee and think, heck where did the day go. Time for other fun stuff, and that is where the trouble start. What do I want to do? Crochet? Knitting socks? Pixel some? Play a game? Fool around in Inkscape for a bit? You see where that leads, right? Around 6 I start dinner and after food it’s walkies again. Poof day gone.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, I actually feel blessed to have a life filled with so much fun stuff and activity, I’m just amazed how things can change. From meh way too long to yay can I have more hours. If I find another hobby I’m in trouble simply because I have no idea where I should stuff it. Maybe stop sleeping?
Have a pawesome day and be safe ya’ll.
Somewhat Patchy 