Age shall not worry them...

I have lived my life avoiding, or being constitutionally incapable of adhering to, routines and schedules. If ADHD had not become a syndrome I would assume that had always been my weakness, but it is a syndrome and I don't have syndromes. However it comes as a surprise to discover, as I krikh into the more significant decades, how regular the pattern of my life has become. Perhaps I just have a butterfly mind, and the wings of the butterfly are simply less supple and lithe than they used to be. My flutter-path around the blooms and flowers of life, is more set. But then it becomes more joyous to deviate from the ploughed furrow. Holidays in distant places become more colourful. Interrupted and delayed journeys stimulate rather than frustrate. Accidents seem to create opportunities. So I sit and write a blog instead of all the other plans I have made for a bright sunny winter morning.