Since I usually don’t blog on Sundays, there was no entry yesterday. Still, September 11 is too important not to mention. Truly, none of us will ever forget that otherwise beautiful early-autumn morning, and we shouldn’t. Many innocents and courageous rescuers were lost, all of them loved by someone, or by many someones. All of them missed. Just the same, it lifts my heart to think of the new towers rising proudly, bravely, against the sky.
We, the people, will always pull ourselves up by the bootstraps and keep on keeping on. We differ, sometimes loudly, in our political opinions and religious views, but when trouble comes, we stand side by side. That’s who we are.
Plans for today–mainly, writing. I’m on the homestretch with “Big Sky Country” and already looking forward to diving into the next book in the series. It’s been a long pull, but I wouldn’t change a thing about it. (Okay, I might have made it go a little faster.)
The D.I.E.T. continues to work well. This morning I had pancakes, made of sweet potatoes. I overcooked them in the microwave, so they were a bit chewy, but they’ll definitely stick to my ribs. My treadclimber arrived and it’s up and running. I started yesterday,with five minutes–at the moment, my plan is to increase the session by five minutes a week until I’m doing thirty minutes, five days a week.
Someone asked in the comment section about my CPAP machine, the one I use to treat sleep apnea. I rest a hundred times better because of it, though it did take some getting used to in the beginning, like most things.
And that’s the news.