I had thought when the time comes, when I grow old, retire, there will plenty of time. Lots of it. Oceans. I will be able to swim in it. The days will be endless and minutes and seconds will flow slowly like syrup out of a bottle. How wrong I was! Turns out, with age, time vanishes altogether. Back then (Last year? Yesterday?), if a business was closed and I had to wait for an hour, I would be mad and just leave. In the worst case, if it was absolutely necessary, I would sit there counting every second. Now, it’s a “Ha, fine.” It feels like five minutes or less.