No way am I going to ask. I fear the answer. I have enough “no’s” in my life.

My brain buzzes constantly and meditating is difficult. The moment I sit down there are a dozen things I think I should be doing. Sitting still for awhile eventually gives way to quiet. Writing really helps. So does riding.

That Paul Simon quote pretty much sums it up. At least for me.

I love croissants but have convinced myself that they’re worse than a couple cookies. That’s probably not true and the real story is I would have much more difficulty controlling myself with a croissant.

Wind blowing hard here now but supposed to be warm tomorrow. Hopefully I’ll find time to go for a ride.

Diet changes, whatever the reason, are tough. Until you have to do it you really can appreciate the challenge.

I can stop at three — usually. But there are times when an hour later I’m brewing another cup of tea. It’s tough.

Yes, it’s a lovely moment. And, like you, it frequently starts with that cup o’ tea. But for some reason (disconnected from any heath concerns), cookies fogure less and less in this ritual. I think I’m just less into the sweet-with-sweet thing now than beforem Give me a fresh, warm croissant and I can almost hear the brain cells gently bubbling. The focus becomes sharp, but gradual. Just the thing if I’m soon to thriw a leg over one of the bicycles or the Vespa. This happens less in winter, on account of what’s been called my bear-like tendency toward morning hibernation. When morning temps start at 40 degrees and up, Im a relatively early riser. (Well, tomorrow’s going to be warm-ish. We’ll see.)