Does it sometimes seem to you that the smallest attention to business matters can eat up your whole day? That's how I've felt lately. I know that's only my skewed perspective, not the truth of the situation, but it's enough to make me wonder how I ever managed to hold down a full-time job.
I hate to admit it, but I think I've become so settled in the routine of these post-retirement years that anything out of the ordinary seems like a bigger deal than it actually is. Especially if tending to it requires doing hair and makeup.
Also, I don't know whether my attention span is shorter than it used to be or my supply of patience has diminished, but I find it especially tedious to study multiple sets of options, prices, etc., in order to make selections. I've never liked making those kinds of comparisons, but now I hate it. I hate having to think that hard.
Now that the new roof is on the house, I'm back to the task of lining up home and auto insurance policies to replace the ones we've had for years, which will expire next month. All the paperwork has been filled out, all the questions have been asked and answered, all the decisions have been made. The new auto policy is in place as of yesterday. Once we get word that our homeowners' policy application has been accepted, I can breathe a sigh of relief and return to not thinking about insurance ever except when a payment comes due.
Next, I need to decide what to do about replacing my dying cell phone.
It's always something.
I know. These are first world problems, right?