A return to yoga, always always welcome. How I miss it when it doesn't feature in my life.
Reading 'The Goldfinch' by Donna Tartt...all 900-odd pages of it. Stunningly well written, I am only a third of the way through.
Constantly and endlessly formulating my book plot in my mind. Yet not actually writing much! Too much upheaval. Time to start in earnest...ever the procrastinator. There is a reason why not everyone writes a book; it's hard!
New silky trousers that I can ill-afford but they did just speak to me. Impulse buy.
A funny old summer. And of course the weather is changeable and most of the time I wonder whether when September comes I will look back and think where did that summer go? It feels like time is skipping by at such a rate.
Living with less.
Reverting in all cases to my usual mantra that white is best.
Liking the free-fall but secretly missing the routine.
As ever, undecided; vintage Lou.