I think I need 36 hours a day to pack in everything I try to do in 24. It's not that I procrastinate as such; it's just that there's too much to do and think about. And I must learn to be more discriminating with my blog. It's not a blow-by-blow-blog, or it shouldn't be. It's what have you learned today, that is, what have I learned today? And what did I learn yesterday? Well, I keep on learning how nice it is to be older. A while ago I mentioned the benefits of procrastination, that if you leave some things long enough, they don't matter any more, like ironing or mending. As I said, if you leave them long enough they won't fit anyone you know. Oh, and what about coupons? I save them carefully until the expiry date and then it's such a relief to toss them. All that paperwork! It's quite comforting to file them in the waste paper basket (now called a trash bin, or maybe a shredder). The trick, of course, is to figure out which things won't matter. Recently I've encountered another do-by-date. I'm getting offers (by email) to sign up for spectacular offers, ways to save money and lives - my loved ones' lives - great trips, and so on, but only if I'm under 75. Or, this offer not good over 80. Isn't that wonderful? I don't qualify any more. What a relief. It's like when someone offers me a seat on the subway. I say thank you, sit down gratefully and comment, "My it's nice to be old." One of the perks.