Forgot to mention: along with my 7,000-step plan, I’m also doing “sober January.”
I decided on Sober January last Saturday night, in Lancaster, PA, where we’d gone to see my niece marry her wonderful new husband. After 6 hours of wedding festivities, I couldn’t sleep, and there it was, on my Wall Street Journal app: a British health fad I hadn’t heard of yet. Yippee.
OK, I see the actual concept isn’t sober January.
It’s dry January.
After the weekend’s revelries, it’s going to be sober January for me.