Sometimes I wonder how I ever found the time to do things prior to retirement. It seems as if I can’t find enough time in the day to finish what I want despite not having a job at the present time. For example, we took our mile walk after coffee to give our bodies a warm up and get the blood moving. Brutus seems to love these morning jaunt. After we returned I sent some emails, postponed a few voice mails and googled an address as Brutus was scheduled for a grooming. We had to drop him off by 11:30 and make it back to the fitness center as Robin had an appointment with the trainer at high noon. After an hour and a half in the gym, we picked up Brutus and headed back home. His new cut suits him perfect and compliments the cropping that Robin got for herself at the fitness center. I checked the maps and prepared for a ride into Tempe as we were scheduled for our first training for our stint with the Angels. The training was a safety session made mandatory by the state of Arizona. We would also be schooled in alcohol intervention management. All this was scheduled for 6 p.m. Not knowing how the traffic would be at rush hour we headed out at 4:30 after a late lunch. It only took 45 minutes so having extra time, we took our photos, as typical tourists would do. I present you with the Griswolds. The session began on time and was quite informative. Robin seemed to make a hit with the district manager with her quick wit and savvy answers to his questions. About half way through the session she was approached to become “stand lead” as opposed to her expected position as cashier. She would be in charge of the entire concession stand; personnel, inventory, and the money. So here she is, sitting there just being herself when out of the blue, she gets a promotion. And she tries to tell me her smile and eyes don’t have anything to do with it. Right. The training ended at 9 and we were famished. On the way home we felt the truck pulling hard off the interstate. I tried my best to control the wheel but it was too much for me. It pulled us right off the road and into the parking lot of an IHOP. Making the best of a bad situation we went in and had pancakes and french toast. Probably not the best thing at that hour but we made the best of a bad steering problem. By the time we finished our sugar fix, the truck seemed fine and steered us right back to the campground by time the late news was on. I can’t believe the day is over already. And I wonder how I got anything done while we worked. There isn’t enough time to get to what I want now and I’m retired. Where do the days go? Tomorrow I’m going to get something done for a change and try and slow this pace down a bit.