2011 — 13 November: Sunday
No sign of any mist out there this morning1 so a cuppa, some breakfast, a packed lunch, and we're Wherwell-bound for our genteel ration of fresh air'n'exercise. Well, air; the speed with which we totter across contour lines hardly constitutes exercise.
On the (slightly) more cerebral exercise front I'd been debating whether to buy the new book ("Thinking, fast and slow") by Daniel Kahneman, as I last removed it from my Amazon basket only yesterday. Here's a somewhat related piece, with an interestingly annoying commonsense conclusion for those proponents of the dismal science:
So the behavioralists may be right after all: People don't act the way economists predict they should. The trouble is that they don't act the way policymakers want them to, either.
If only they'd just vote occasionally and spend continuously, heh?
Mike's eye for...
... the ladies continues to tickle me. Say "Hello" to Miss Piggy:
Having relaxed the aching limbs in a nice hot splosh and made myself a nice hot cuppa, it's already nearly time to start closing blinds and curtains. After several points halfway up various minor-league hills (as we paused to catch our breath while pretending not to) I feel forced to concede that today's 8.2 miles did, indeed, constitute exercise. But I'm sure it's good for us.