For almost forty years, my life has been marked out by bells, bells, bells – – bells ringing every 50 or 60 or 90 minutes. Bells told me when to start the day. Bells told me when I could sneak in a quick pee. Bells told me when to eat and stop and certainly marked out the close of day. Now I hear no bells. 11 becomes 12 becomes 2 becomes 5. I thought I would miss the structure of the day – and I do – but I have worked to recreate a structure for me. I just think a bell is no longer needed – although walking around with a kitchen timer going off all the time might catch some attention A short glance at the watch or clock and I am good to go – or to stop. But now I can pee on demand – and to each change in life there is a blessing.