I moved from the city to the country, from cool climate to the baking plains. I haven’t yet resolved some of my old habits. I need to take a leaf out of my mother’s book. First thing, most days, she is outside working in the garden well before breakfast.
Is my ability to read in serious trouble? This post was prompted by an article titled “Classic way to turbo-boost the brain”. It seems we don’t realise how much better off we are when we feel stupid. My reading diet runs in cycles. At the moment, it is bland and unappetising. The challenge has gone. I need to mix it up a bit.
November; not exactly a third attempt at my Year of 30 Days, just an admission that the year didn’t go to plan. Big new plans sidelined every other activity for about four months. I’m just now picking up the threads and working out where each sits in the overall picture. Today is the day I write again. Where will it lead?