I was hit with a GI bug around 2am this morning.Not much fun.
The sleep I lost caused me to sleep a little later and wave “buh-bye” to 15,000 steps today.I realized from the get go that it is more important for me to get rid of this bug than to kick over another 15,000 steps.
I am going out now to give the girls their last stroll of the night with me.Jim took the first walk this morning, well, by default.It’ll be interesting to see what the final number is, as I just want to come back in, take a hot shower, watch American Idol, and go to bed.
I have been watching the coverage of the incidents in France and I can only shake my head in sorrow.
I go back and think to watching, or being glued to the television post 9/11 and although this doesn’t hit me directly, I still get that sinking feeling in my gut.How sad life can be. How sad life has become.They just had the maintenance man on who was there when his buddy got shot,and it was the buddy’s first day on the job and he was killed. He got the co-worker and then proceeded to lock both of them in a toilet, and at least the gunmen didn’t come back for them.
No one is safe anywhere in this world, and all I can do is love all my loved ones with every breath in my body.No one is guaranteed tomorrow.