day thirty-nine: my brain

Kazzy

day thirty-nine: my brain

The retraining. The loosening up. The stretching.

Years ago when we were still trying to recruit people to join our book club there was a woman who asked if she had to read the books in order to come. At the time I thought it was an almost rude question, but now I can look at it differently. She was looking for more of a social experience than a mind-bending one. And that, friends, is why I attended book club the other night.

I have been booked out over the past month, holed up either at class or doing homework. Don't get me wrong, I am really enjoying it all. But I was ready for some sitting around, some heavy-duty snacking, and some girl time. And when I got home at eleven o'clock I felt so much better. A little balance.

Now I am back at it, today spending three hours studying about behavioral objectives while the family buzzed about my head doing all sorts of other things. But life is good, and the old brain is getting some great workouts, including dusting off my Portuguese tonight as I recorded my Musical Monday post.

Obrigada e boa noite!