Since I retired last March, I have been in an extensive period of procrastination. I rented an apartment to accommodate the books, journals and piles of papers from my office, but they are still in cardboard boxes, untouched.
Although I have a car, I don't use it often these days. When I was working full-time, I used to sit in the driver's seat for about 80 minutes every day to go to work and come back home. Since I retired last March, I have been an enthusiastic user of the bus services in the city where I am living. I visit a dentist about once a week by bus; I visit a friend from Australia, who teaches me English, once a week by bus. I enjoy the time when I am sitting on a bus seat.
