If this is Monday..

In completing a cheque today, I absentmindely asked the clerk, "Is it the 13th today?" "No, the 14th," he corrected adding, "I guess when you're retired, the days all seem the same." THAT pressed my buttons. My immediate response was, "Au contraire; my days are NOT all the same. I've simply lost track of the date!"

Losing track of the date shows how wonderfully I have disconnencted myself from an agenda or a calendar. This to me is success! When I worked, the first thing I did was open Outlook to see what appointments, meetings or tasks I'd allocated to that day and at what time. The day, date and time drives everything in a work a day world, poor sods.

I still maintain an agenda but I've gone back to a paper one, as I still like to actually write, that is, in cursive. However, my appointments and meetings are fewer, thankfully, and my time is filled with what I want to do, not what an employer wants me to do. Big difference. Sorry, buddy. I feel sorry that you're still tied to that old world, and I'm free to explore this new one! Who gives a good gol-darn what the date is so long as I don't miss my swimming class, my coffee with friends and whatever the hell else I chose to do?