I've been enjoying real maple syrup for sweetening coffee lately. Some nutritionists claim it's good for the brain, because so many people who live in maple syrup country are so bright. One year, my late husband planned our vacation just to see the maple trees turn, so we flew to Boston, rented a car, and swooned at the beauty of the maple tree color show in Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and Maine. I definitely got hooked on maple syrup as it is served for breakfast everywhere in New England. We also got to visit a couple of world class quilt museums while up there. There is great majesty in the colorful forests of New England in the Fall. My husband's favorite pastime seemed to be making me happy, and he knew I love colors and quilts. 44 years of that spoiled me, I've been told.

Every memory I have of him is of shared joy. I was hoping we'd be wishing each other Happy birthday as centenarians.
Yes, we both rue Dr. Gundry's long lectures about stuff, and it's a crazymaker when a "which foods are good/bad" for this or that illness comes at the end, once in a while he forgets to tell what he promised in the beginning. It might be his career was earlier in writing, so you could pick up his material at any given time, and get back to it the next day. I often go to youtube and pick out ten minute or less time per video. Some speakers are sensitive to give good information in shorter bites. Thoroughness has its virtues, but thoughtfulness more so. Sometimes I feel like putting the computer on the burn pile if several promises are not honored at one sitting.