Afternoon. A tram trundles past my hunkered-down world. I’m home alone for the next ten days and can expect to both work really well and feel exposed. It occurs to me that it’s seven months since I turned 65 and shifted from a “Big Decade,” day-by-day challenge mode of living, to a deeper “slow glow” five-year perspective.
The trouble is, glowing slowly can seem like expiring hour upon hour. What is there to show after those seven months? Over the next fortnight, I’ll stick a drawing pin into my arse and examine where I am, using various lenses. Honesty is the aim.