The odd thing about getting old

... is the fact that the days seem to get shorter and shorter. Sometimes I wonder where did I find the time for so many things, despite working full-time, say, thirty years ago?

Anyway, I spent the morning at the bank, the post office, Tedi, the Auchan supermarket and Lidl, respectively. Common charges for the flat have been raised again, so I needed to adjust my monthly transfer at the bank. Then I sent a letter - actual snail mail! - to the States. Then I bought two more four-packs of tiny little jars for the future jams I'm planning to make for the Christmas fair. Then I fought two rounds against the vending machine until it finally deigned to give me coffee - Wiener Melange, this time, which was delicious. Even though I intended to have chocolate cappuccino... but pushed the wrong bottom. *g*

After these adventures I did the food shopping. Then I pretended to cook again - because making omelets and heating up leftover soup couldn't really be called cooking. After our usual late lunch I took Mum out for a walk; we are trying to do this every day as long as the weather is so nice. The main goal is to reach the corner café again... eventually. By the speed of our progress it might take some time yet.

When we came home I decided to have some social life, so I called H. and a few friends/colleagues (which is the same thing in these days). It was nice to chat with them a bit. Then I typed up some hand-written stuff for the new story, and now it's evening again.

Yes, I know these are lots of small things, and small things can take surprisingly much time. But once upon a time I managed to do small things aside from working full-time, and now I feel terribly inefficient. *sigh*