After only one week of my daughter's presence here, I feel incredibly old. First, she's thirteen (but acts about twenty-two sometimes). I can remember when she was a shrieking little girl with a pacifier, and now she's reading books and writing book reports and touring colleges and stuff. Second, she's got this new two-piece bathing suit that . . . that . . . . *Sigh*. It's just small. Third, we're swimming together daily. It's become a routine for us, a good one, and we get to talk about all sorts of things. The exercise, however, is reminding me just how out of shape I am. The first day I could go almost two hours, swimming, lounging in the water, and playing around. By day five, I'm good for an hour, and I'm feeling it--particularly in the upper body. Yesterday I was losing it after 45 minutes, and I decided to work on my legs; today, they're absolutely killing me. I've either gotta pace myself or do this a whole lot more.
And no, I haven't been on my bike yet at all.
Observations, rants, and plausible
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
deniability from a person who refuses
to be a prisoner of his own world.
The Village
I AM WRITING!
My Screenplay -- Draft Three
I'm currently reading:
On my Kindle 2
I'm listening to:
iTunes Radio
I'm driving:
The Honda FCX Clarity
