The last few days, since the four Nuns returned to Korea, I have noticed a more than usual feeling of brain-fog. Even multiple cups of coffee don’t seem to cut through it very much.
This science explains everything. Every single day, bringing people to “traditional“ experiences in restaurants where I normally do not eat, leaving my one-meal-a-day metabolic rhythm — all of the leafy greens that that regimen is centered around, even getting less regular sleep — the fog of age pronounces itself more ponderously.
I arrive here in Helsinki yesterday, considerably foggier than I remember feeling in quite a long time. Feels like a hangover with no alcohol!