Happy 2008. If you haven't noticed already, 2008 hasn't gotten off to a real strong blogging start for me. As usual, the end of 2007 was a whirlwind with closing out the best BP year to date and the holiday press. After the dust settled, I frankly didn't feel like blogging too much. No offense to you, just didn't feel like spending the time.
Tonight, as I've done on a few occasions over the past years, I'm forcing myself to write simply to get the blood and words flowing to my fingers.
Home for the holidays Christmas was pretty spectacular this year. Having the house was as moving and motivational as anticipated. Two consecutive four-day weekends and a visit from the Simpsons for Christmas proper gave the holiday a particular luster. The girls were lavished in gifts from Santas related and not and Lori and I spent a romantic night out for her 45th birthday. (She'll probably kill me for including the number.)
Alas, it went by mighty fast and there are virtual skid marks on the beginning of this year. February is nearly here. I better start my Christmas shopping in a few weeks.
A great read M. John Harrison. If you've never read him, do. If you've never heard of him, here you go.
You want to see some magic? Here are two videos I'm totally obsessed with (occasional bad language included):
Out of my brain on the 5:15 I have ceased avoiding the unavoidable reality that the only time in my universe I can commit to exercise begins at 5:15 in the morning. It seems that I have some kind of three-year circadian rhythm when it comes to exercise. 1993-1996, on. 1997-2000, off. 2001-2004, on. 2004-2007 off. I just recommitted to an early morning schedule and have been pretty consistent for three weeks. Feeling good, but definitely takes effort. My bloated, dead fish belly was the final kicker for me.
That's it. Nothing too eloquent or profound. Just starting to build again. Pardon our dust.
