"They" always say that as you get, shall we say, more mature, that time seems to lag. But for me, one minute it is Tuesday and the next it is the weekend. I don't know where the time goes. I don't know what we are doing that seems to make the time fly. I cannot figure out why we are so busy when we are here in retirement land. But time flies, the days whiz by and sometimes, just sometimes, I wonder how.