Well there's been some "tough sledding" lately (which some of you know about, some don't) so I haven't much felt like blogging. I did get good news about the first draft of my third column for the magazine: no revisions or additions are required from my end. This means I'm "getting it," which in turn shows that old dogs can learn new tricks: it just takes 'em longer.

I now have my handy dandy Calgary Transit pass for May in my wallet. Since my better half took the car to a conference today, I plan to hop a bus to buy groceries--and deposit my second check (cheque) for freelance writing. It'll get me into the bright sunshine and out of the space between my ears, and since I know the system (first phone the stop number for arrival times) I won't have to wait long.

A side note: in early March we bought an elliptical trainer and I've been using it faithfully for about 40 minutes, three times a week. In conjunction with keeping my nose out of the junk food trough, it really does make a difference and the weight's slowly declined. (Averaged out this week at 197). Several years ago I'd peaked at 236. Anyhow I now find I no longer require a certain expensive prescription for acid reflux and since we're no longer on a drug plan, this is good. (And will it pay for the elliptical? Actually, I think it will--when I'm about 75!)

So today this blog really is like a personal letter, not a column or essay or rant or screed or flight of fancy. It's what happens when, during a given week, the brains get blown out of one ear, circle the globe, and then are reinserted violently through the other ear. (Get the picture?)

Hope your Sunday's a peaceful one...