On retirement

I started retirement ( of a sort — but isn’t it always like that?) three years ago today, on the first day of the Gaelic spring. People feign surprise when I say I have never regretted the change. I am busy; I have discovered that even without going to work, there is still not enough time in the day, and most frustratingly of all, that creative work is still really hard. But progress and the learnings (a usage I used to chastise my daughter for her use of) continue. Old dog, new tricks, Lizzy.