It’s a long busy day, after a long busy weekend, and by the middle of the afternoon my blood sugar is lagging. I know when that happens and the brain fog sets in, I’m prone to bouts of self-pity, whereby my ambitions to do nothing rise up and mock my calendar of obligations, my to-do lists, my roles and goals, and my possessions demanding my care. At my worst I’m prone to over-react when I feel this way and romanticize... Read more