So far this morning:

While walking on the treadmill, I listened to a chapter of a book on my iPod. Half listened really. Noticed that the litter box needed attention and wondered if litter should be added to the grocery list. The treadmill shares the model train room (and the litter box) in the basement. Thought about how long it had been since anyone had even looked at those trains. The cat had obviously been up there since a few of the trees from the landscape were on the floor.

Breakfast was a hardboiled egg and an English muffin with peanut butter. While eating, I emptied the dishwasher, checked email on my iPad and sent a reply, added a few items to a grocery list, plugged my phone into the charger and warmed up some milk for the cat.

This is retired me. Hard to imagine what I was like when I was working and parenting and running a household and going to grad school all at the same time.

Need to think about this, but the dog is barking and the message beep just went off on my iPhone.