While taking a shower today I started to wonder why we never have a simple rain shower in this area anymore. We only have thunderstorms. Not that I have to worry about them yet; it's supposed to snow soon so a thunderstorm is hardly imminent. It was the soothing sound of the water from the shower head pattering on the floor of the bathtub. It reminded me of childhood days of long walks in the rain, splashing in puddles. The sorts of fun things that you can't do with thunder rumbling overhead and lightning illuminating the sky, looking like electrified veins brought to the surface of the skin. I miss a simple, gentle rain.
On another note, I have added a link to a friend's website under "Of Interest" on the lower left. Wordswordswords has catalogued every book she has read since 1982 along with her thoughts on the book. This is not a typical blog, though you can post comments. Instead it's an alphabetized listing of books which she has read and reviewed. Perhaps you'd find it of interest. It is called, appropriately enough: Some Books I've Read Since 1982.
Finally, my treadmill is still working me hard. It hasn't skipped town yet causing me to forego a workout. No. It is a dedicated treadmill that taunts me until I agree to change, stretch and hop aboard. It is a sadistic taskmaster, but I am grateful for it. I have a tendency to be lazy and need the nudging its stern presence provides. I work out for increasingly longer periods of time, with more and more sprints thrown in. It calls me names if I don't. Really. By the time I step off the thing I am dripping in sweat, catching my breath and attempting to keep the world in focus. I always feel as though I am gliding on air rather than walking when I cross the room afterwards. But I feel good. I feel proud of myself as I tuck the slave driver away until the next day when the process begins again. When did I get this out of shape? I don't need the machine to scoff at me. I'm doing a pretty good job of that myself! I am sad, but I will get better.
However if I disappear, you will know that the treadmill ate me.
Truly.