A week. Wow. Where is my life going? It seems to be flowing out from under me at a rate that astounds me. I think what happens is illustrated by an episode this morning. I got up at 5, as I do on Mondays, when the possibility of spending a week eating less, smoking no cigarettes, NOT gorging on candy or pie or cake-- seems within my reach. Off to the gym I trundle. I have a pact with myself not to get on the scales more than once a week, and Mondays are my day to do that, too.

I was listening to a fascinating piece on "Thinking Allowed," the BBC program that examines social science research and interviews the researchers.

[Diversion here-- looking for the link for Thinking Allowed, I found this cool blog that reviews podcasts:



...end of diversion.]