Today is the statutory holiday for New Year’s Day, so the town is quiet. The Y was open, however, so I went to pool class, where I saw several unfamiliar people. The long-term frequent fliers call these folks “Resolutionists”, and expect them to vanish by February.

I weighed myself yesterday and found that I had gained half a pound over the month since I came down with COVID, including Christmas. I ate whatever was handy and palatable when I was sick and accepted every delicacy that came my way during the festivities, so I expected to be considerably fatter. I wonder if my body has right-sized itself and I should focus less on calories and more on eating what I need and what I like.

Tomorrow, I intend to visit the LCBO and get as many boxes as will fit in the car. It’s time to start packing up novels that I know I won’t read again. Goodwill Industries has a bookstore in London, so that’s where I’ll take them, one carload at a time.

I still feel compelled to continue shedding stuff, and I’m not quite sure why. No one is pushing me to sell the house and move, and I know lots of people who just let their families’ accumulated possessions pile up around them without so much as a second thought. I’ll have to think about it …