November 5th, 2008

It’s been a gloomy few days. I think about my brother a lot and want to give pause to the life that was for fear that he will be forgotten all together. I guess I do that too much. And then there’s concerns about my job, the current economy, my inability to commit to any kind of exercise. I hate to exercise. I need more than my life to get me on a Stairmaster for an hour. I view my body as a way of getting my head from one place to the other. I was talking about that very thing a couple of weeks ago at a Barnes & Noble signing. Most people were in complete agreement. I met some wonderful, fellow non-exercisers there that day. One of whom sent a package to me today. Christy Udall, a lovely woman who graciously purchased a couple of my books, sent a box of antique jewelry. It was a thoughtful gesture and the items are great! Kindness like that helps me to realize all is not lost yet. That kind of generosity does more for the heart than anytime I ever spent at a gym. Not that I’ve been in a gym?but I’ve watched people go into those establishments. I’d rather be writing.