another Monday with no work

I'm losing track of how many days I've been retired. I am busy enough. I wonder if I'll have time to commit to things.

I get to the club at 8:30 or so. I ride the bike while reading about Berlin then do some machines and the rowing machine. It's rainy outside. Dreary. The club is crowded with people who also aren't working. Amazing. Two women share a personal trainer. They interrupt the progress of their workout discussing one's home search.

"You know that Tudor? Well, you know, you have older children. [unintelligable] Megan...three flights of stairs. But, you know, there is no computer room."

The other woman commiserates. She describes the area in her home where they have the computers and the Playstation. This second woman looks a little anorexic. I see her demand to see the Protein powder can before getting a smoothie at the breakfast bar later.

My mood is dreary because I have to work on my Mom's affairs.

At home I shower up and go to Dad's house. There I look through the mail we got while we were gone. I conclude that all I have to do is work on the inventory for her estate and follow up with an insurer who is supposed to be 'researching' a life policy. The latter was dissatisfying. But we make great progress on the former and I take stuff away to copy. I file things neatly away. I think I should spend some time going through some of her things today but it is too depressing. Another time. My dad seems a little down, too. Must figure a way to distract him tomorrow.