I have mentioned before that one of the things I notice most about retirement is my freedom from all those damn ringing bells that mark the start and end of every period and every lunch. Now, lunch is when I want it and where I want it. Today, I ate at Subway after I had finished at the gym. (Please hear the bragging I am doing about the gym attendance.) The minute I walked in, I could sense the trauma of all the people in work uniforms pushing the line to go faster and faster. They all checked their phones every few minutes and grumbled and pushed the line beyond its six foot barrier to five to four and even to three. A few called and made excuses to likely their boss about being a bit late. Their heart rate was raised. They were mad. However, I was cool as the cucumbers on my sandwich. I COULD take hours if I wanted. I never needed to check my phone. Retirement was marking out one more perk for me. I was winning at the Subway.