Talk about aging. Today is my older daughter's 40th birthday, and my older son is 41. I feel like I am that age, so how can they be? It's very puzzling. It's like the movie Back to the Future, only more confusing. My husband has been up at the cabin, and I stayed back to see girl movies, visit with a friend and also my younger daughter, and watch the playoffs. It's been rainy and overcast, so it was perfect to veg. Now I need to practice my music, take care of a few errands, get a check up at the dermatologist, and endure a haircut. I'm not going for the Salma Hayek look this time, I think that was perhaps reaching too high. Bette Davis in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane is more appropriate. We'll see.
All weekend, when I was reading at all I read a chapter out of one book then a chapter out of a second. What my impulse was I have no idea. I was switching between John Le Carre and Laurie R. King. Both mysteries, but one set a century ago and one set right now. Maybe it's a new way to train my mind, but without my knowledge or anyone elses. Only thing I can think of is I needed a break from logic, though I would not call myself devoted to logic. It might be related to the flu shot I had last Wednesday - some kind of delayed reaction.
Now my brain seems back in gear, but it's a bit disappointing. My brain in gear is pretty boring. Oh, well. If I was going to be a genius, it would have shown up earlier. Like before two of my kids turned forty.
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