Retirement is busy and, perhaps, less regulated by the clock than it was when I worked in the corporate world. Time doesn’t have the same meaning or boundaries either. It’s 9:30 AM. I didn’t get out of bed until 7:30 this morning. Was it the wine or the seasonal allergies? Oh well, I wouldn’t skip a night out with girl friends unless The Rapture was eminent; and then we’d just reschedule the Girls Night Out. Walking in to The Barrel restaurant we met other women friends just walking out. (Since all our hubbies are Lions and Tuesday night is Lions night it makes sense that we all seize the opportunity to reconnect with our own gender). After an evening with other women, sharing experiences, small talk, plans and laughs I move back into my everyday realm feeling more grounded. Less busy is good.