Day 228: Self soothing (decisions, decisions)

As I’ve blogged about previously, I tend to look at the Friday of a vacation before I return to work as … The Last Real Vacation Day.

As I’ve blogged about previously, I have trouble making decisions, some times.

So how to spend this day?

I know this: I want to focus on self-care and self-soothing.

Okay!  So now I know what question to ask.

Which self-care option should I choose, on this fine summer day?

1. Try out my new meditation chair.
2. Go for a walk, somewhere nearby.
3. Take a bath, with something I brought back with me from Edinburgh:
4. Go back to sleep.

So what’s the correct answer?

1. 1
2. 2
3. 3
4. 4
5. 1 and 2
6. 1 and 3
7. 1 and 4
8. 2 and 3
9. 2 and 4
10. 3 and 4
11. 1, 2, and 3
12. 1, 3 and 4
13. 2, 3, and 4
14. All of the above
15. None of the above
16. Some of the above and others not listed
17. There is no right or wrong answer

I just realized something. 17 is my lucky number.

Okay!

Thanks to self-soothers, decision-makers, mathematicians, jet-laggers, and test-takers everywhere, and to you, of course, for reading today.

Day 220: Reasons why I should move to London, Part 1

Reason #1. This place expands my vocabulary.

For example, while my brain may have felt mushy because of jet lag on our first day here in London, a great fish and chips restaurant — recommended by our hotel’s concierge — informed me about a new use of the word “mushy”:

 

Mushy peas:

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Reason #2. There are many opportunities for puns and wordplay.

For example, London gives a 60-year-old mother and her 15-year-old son the opportunity to make excellent puns using the word “eye,” as they walk around, with jet lag, on a beautiful first day in a gorgeous city:

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Stay tuned for more reasons why I should move to London, in the days ahead.

Thanks to London Eye; to London Fish & Chips Company; to other things with the word “London” in their names (but not the word “the”); to our excellent concierge, Sen; to my son for his pun-ny and otherwise excellent mind; to those of you who can think of puns with the word “eye” in them right now and those who can’t; and to you, for reading today.

Day 219: Jet lag

I’ve written posts before, this year, when my brain felt mushed, but there’s something about emerging from a bout of international air-hopping  that’s making my mind feel like a panini right now.

With the squished quality of my mental capacity, I am hard-pressed to report our trip, so far, with either panache or details.

Let this post just be a beginning:  a commitment to connect and report with more, in the days to come.

For now, I’m glad to report that my son and I landed in London, safe and sound.

Thanks to the Wright brothers and all others who have made jet lag possible, to my erudite traveling companion, and to you, for reading today.