The funny thing about being retired, or should I say the funny thing about not working is that weekends come so quickly! The week used to drag on and on, but now it is flying by. I have attributed it to retirement, but do you suppose it is a function of aging? I read about the downhill side of life, and just the phrase conjures visions of speeding along out of control. Yikes!
Anyway, I started this about weekends. While they seem to come around faster, it is still only 2 days (aren't I a keen observer?) As an adult, weekends are such an important part of living that I have been trying to remember weekends as a child. What did we do lo those many years ago?