My plan was to do what I said I would do weeks ago–take the day off and spend it reading the New York Times. I don't want to spoil my perfect attendance record since I've posted every single day, and I did promise that SOMETHING would appear in this space. As if they need MY help, I figured I'd just put in a link to the Times online.
But I couldn't do that. I couldn't put anything at all here since I suddenly lost my internet connection. Gone. Dead. Not good news for a blogger. Or for anyone. I won't relate the details of what happened or why or what I did about it– which would bore you and even bored me while I was living it. But the end result is that I still have no internet connection.
Which means basically my life has stopped.
Maybe this is a message from the universe telling me stop and slow down. I'm sure there are some benefits. (And I'll tell you as soon as I think of one.) The good news is that there will be no distractions when I sit down to read the New York Times. The bad news is that I came to write this post from Jane's house–and when I walk out the door, I have to pass by the jar filled with chocolate.
I still come here a few times a week to work out on the Power Plate. When I finish, and I pass the jar without stopping, I feel really good about myself.
Today has been a tough day. Don't even ask. This time– I stopped at the jar on my way in.