In between time

When I was younger and my body could take it, I had a rhythm of work hard, play hard. Playing hard, however, is a young man's sport. I gave it up but I haven't really replaced it with anything. I still work hard, as hard as ever, but when the work is done, I don't quite know what to do with myself now that "the sporting life" is history. I do some reading and relaxing but only with minimal success. I'm restless. I'm impatient to get back to work. It's like being tired but unable to sleep. This lasts from a few days to a week -- and I'm back to work again. Right now I'm sitting on ready. At least the Olympics permit a more interesting and time-consuming diversion than usual.