I retired in January, and I’m having this issue to a point it feels insane. The other night I got undressed for bed and was dumbfounded when I saw that the hamper I was tossing my clothes into was otherwise empty. My brain just could not accept that I was at the end of the same day that featured doing laundry earlier. That had to be at least the day before. But I’ve had other things that were the opposite: didn’t I just run the dishwasher? No, that was a week ago.

I have no time cues. Trash day is about the only think that happens on a regular schedule. Some days I’m busy and they go quicker. Some days are mostly reading or whatever, and they go on forever. After 40 years of getting up and going to work, with certain things happening certain days, it feels pretty surreal.