When an addict ODs and dies, no one ever says "well at least he died doing what he loved best." That statement always seems to bring some sort of comfort to the family of the rock climber or the motorcycle racer or the lion tamer. I see nothing admirable about a life lived in the pursuit of climbing a higher mountain, going faster or taming a wild beast. Somewhere, there is still going to be a Mama trying to sleep at night knowing her son or daughter is tied to a rope on the side of a cliff, speeding along asphalt with no safety harness or staring down enormous teeth and claws. Just sayin'.
I am having absolutely no problem eating correctly. A knowin' is a knowin'.
It is supposed to be raining here all weekend and I had planed to clear a little patch for some flowers. I guess I will have to switch to working indoors on an art project. Oh.....maybe a couple of naps. Ahhhh good livin'.