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| Keeping track of the Days |
This is being written on Saturday for Sunday publication but I no longer pretend to have a good sense of time. Retirement 10 1/2 years ago wend a long way toward reducing my internal clock to a quivering mess of time chalenged jelly but 17 days on the, "Stay at home" timeclock pushed me over the edge.
Up until mid March, we had a Silver Sneakers class 3 days a week in Lenoir City at 8:30am. That necessitated waking up at 6:15, coffee in bed, morning routine, breakfast about 7:15 and out the door before 8:00.
Exercises over by 9:30 and off to get groceries, haircuts, gass up the car and whatever else needed doing in town that day. We would grab lunch at Casa Fiesta a couple of times a month. Maybe we would drop off one of the vehicles for service, travel to the liquor store to replentish the wine cooler.
Mondays we would be home by 10:30 for Mary's card club but on Wednesday and Friday we could go off on some adventure for the afternoon - or visit one of our assortment of doctors.
But those 3 days were predictible and forced us to keep our internal clock reasonable on-time. Now we have only two reference points; Saturday, Mary fixes Oatmeal (Thank you Jerry!) for breakfast and on Sunday, I fix Cranberry Pancakes (Thank you Dinny).
The rest of the week, we haven't a clue. Must be getting old.
Tennessee: 3321 Loudon County: 13