Today, I did not watch television. I did not play video games. I slept in with my family. I took a long 5 mile walk to the library with my family. I looked at books and music. I watched the fish swim in the aquarium with my daughter. I walked back through a beautiful park that had paths with no cement and no sight lines to the streets. I got some color, which is alwasy helpful for my Danish/Irish skin. Why don't we all do things like this more often? I think we would be happier and healthier.

I watched the sunset today with my daughter in the park. It was probably the single most peaceful moment I've had so far in my life. And all too short.

Story of the Day

He was drenched when he finally got a cab. It was just as well that the rain obscured his face. He'd have to call his boss tomorrow and explain his sudden departure.

"Where to?" the cab driver, a tall Sikh, asked.

"Doesn't matter. Just drive," he replied as he wiped his face with a handkerchief.

He looked into his hands and noticed the band of metal that had been there forever, so long the skin underneath was two shades lighter.

After a while, the cab driver asked more belligerently this time, "Hey, where to?"

Where to? The question echoed in his brain. Not home. He didn't want any part of her to invade his senses. Not her smells, her clothes, her picture.

"A liquor store," he replied quietly, "closest one. Just drop me off."

Regrets

You know what sucks? I wanted to be the person to write a famous piece of literature featuring characters named Vladimir and Estragon. Damn you Samuel Beckett! Damn you all to hell!