I seem to keep misplacing time...
Why does it go so quickly?
Where does it go?
Has it speeded up?
Days seem to whizz by in a blur of activity and yet the list of outstanding jobs grows ever longer.
Of course we still have the same number of hours in a day, they tick by in the same way as they have always done...
Maybe I am filling my days up with too much time wasting...
A timetable is what I need.
So, I must timetable the hours from 8am until 6pm, Monday to Friday, try to fit things into time slots - although, of course, life rarely works that way.
Weather plays a big part in what jobs get done outdoors.
Grandparenting commitments mean that we are as tied to fixed points in the school day as we were when our own children were young.
It is an immense pleasure, but it is also a time anchor.
Everything else must fit around those fixed time slots.
Somehow I need to snatch back an extra hour or two to fit in all the jobs.
I can't extend the hours in a day, but I can try to reduce my time-wasting activities.
Tea-breaks must be reduced both in number and in the length of time we take.
Computer 'work' must be curtailed.
Reading must be done in the bath...except that baths should become showers - saving time and water.
I thought retirement meant that life slowed down, endless days stretched ahead with time for hobbies, fun, outings, reading...
I'd love to write more, but unfortunately this time slot ended five minutes ago...