I know it's too soon to start comparing perception of the passage of time pre- and post-retirement, but I can say that this week flew by just as quickly as all the weeks seemed to during my working life. I have been busy, and can see that I'll still have need of a diary, although from next year I won't be buying a large one, two pages to a week, with a space for each half hour of the day. No, those days are definitely behind me.
New days ahead though. This morning I went to my first Friday morning aerobics class since I was on holiday in February. I've got my aerobics week all worked out which will allow me to do the four classes I want to do, rather than the ones that I can fit around a work schedule. That also means that I don't have to do ones just because I'm free then. There are some classes where I get so annoyed because the instructor forgets the sequence she's been teaching us. I mean, c'mon! Last time I went to that class and that happened, another student and I simultaneously yelled out the step - heh heh, felt good!