Today is July 30, 2015 and its 7.00 am as I am writing this. Just read about the theraupatic effect of writing  and reading. Hence this. Somehow, one feels good when one writes something: whatever it is. One expreses oneself. Its a kind of indulgence. It feels good.
Another good indulgence is reading. Lots of reading.  And I get my reading fare from the public library not too far away from my place. I consider this to be my mental exercise. The physical exercise is my regular jog and walk. I aim to continue with these indulgences throughout my life. And am already 77 and have 9 grandcchildren. Happiness! What more do I want!