Post 31

Angels in the architecture, spinning in infinity, Amen and Allelujah. If you'll be my bodyguard, I can be your long lost pal. I can call you Betty, and Betty when you call me, you can call me Al. (Thank goodness, there's a site whose goal is to interpret, badly, these lyrics.)

I'm sitting in a musty basement typing this, flanked by two happy cats flicking their tails contentently across the keyboard. Fan is running loudly behind me, doing its best to dry That Corner of the Basement Where It Leaked Because I Forgot to Replace the Downspout. Ten years ago i'd have given anything to be sitting RIGHT HERE, and I still would.

I joined a gym a couple weeks ago, which has been a very, very, very good thing. Every day for an hour, I do nothing but sweat, SWEAT. and listen to terrible techno songs, which is a benefit not just to me, but those who have to be around me for the other 23 hours of the day.

I'm reading a book called First Things First, about how to balance my life better. It is amusing to me that I need a belt to move under me so that I can run on it, and a book to be written so that I can know how to live. But as cynical as i can get, these things are good to do...

Three good friends are going through some tough times right now. I count my blessings every day and wish good things for them. I feel lucky, not always not whiny, but lucky.