Retirement?

Is this what retirement feels like? I manage about 3 hours a day in the studio. What I used to accomplish in a day now takes me 3 days. I go for my ride in the woods, do some life maintenance and head for the studio at around 11:30. I used to be in the studio by 8 and have pots on the ware racks by 9. I work for a couple of hours and take a tea break, finish up work and I'm back out on my bike again. I'm not designed to be alone all day so the exercise is a distraction. Today in the woods I kept seeing snow graffiti or is it snow tagging? Someone was writing love notes in the snow along the path. All you need is love. Love bridge. I love this tree. Love is great. I caught up with the poet as she was scribbling a love note with a stick in the snow. I surprised her and she looked guilty. I stopped and said "Ah you are the forest poet. I love your notes. Are you in love or looking for love in the forest?" We both laughed and I rode off leaving her to write her narrative in the snow. She had made my day. To display love when you are all alone in a snow storm in the forest. That is gratitude. That is positivity. I miss people. I miss smiles. I miss laughter. I miss touch. I live in a town with no fine dining, no good bar, and no good coffee shop. You want a beer go to the bowling alley. I had the worst craving to go to the bowling alley drink some draft beer, eat a dozen chicken wings and eat a pizza. All this healthy living and lock down has me wanting to be bad just for one night.