I was doing my first session of brain calisthenics this morning, figuring that I should start now before I get old, and get my cerebellum into really good shape. I know you’re supposed to ease into a new exercise regime, but who knew that translating Proust into Esperanto would really be that hard?
Now I fear I may have pulled or strained something in the noggin department. But maybe if I rest it really hard, it should be better soon.
Anyway, I suspect I won’t be posting much this week.
A team of highly trained monkeys has been dispatched to deal with this situation.