Weekends go entirely too fast. I do a countdown until retirement. Part of the reason is I am over the half way point to a full retirement. I leave my house at 6:45am and return at 6:15pm, with a half hour for lunch. That is an over 3-hour commute per day, and I have been doing that particular commute since October 1983. So that is over 17,000 hours of commuting time. There are 8,760 hours in a year. I make a really good wage and benefits. I really like my house and our lifestyle. But the longer I do the commute the more burned out I get. When I was young, time seemed much slower, the older I get the faster time goes. Most of us are busy wishing our lives away, waiting for the weekend, or that time when we can finally retire. And hoping that we survive long enough to enjoy retirement. Or at least be healthy and have enough money saved up to take care of our family. When the weekends come around we are normally trying to catch up on sleep, housework, visiting with friends. And it seems like every time I finally get vacation something comes up every single time. Either additional work or just bad things happening in the world.
On Saturday we went on our inaugural ride on the new Motorcycle, went and visited our friends, went to an old watering hole and took the scenic ride home. It was nice, it was my first ride in years. Hopefully, we get to take an overnighter when I am on vacation.