It has been awhile since I've written anything. To tell the truth, nothing much has happened. The more I think about what I should write about the more I realize that being happy and content really stifles a person's ability to write. Or rather, it stifles my ability to write about how I feel...and that's just it really..there isn't anything to write about because I am busy feeling it. No need to analyze it because it's all GOOD. Now, isn't that a nice change? :)
Hmmm....
I am thinking about re-reading some of the books by a favorite author of mine, James Harriot. For those of you that don't know of him, and are animal people, I suggest you read Every Living Thing. He has written many books, and all are touching stories of a 1930s vet, and true animal lover. I haven't read any of his books since I was about 13, but am so looking forward to revisiting his work now. They are the kind of books that leave you with the "warm fuzzies".
I don't know about anyone else, but despite good reading material, my cabin fever is almost overwhelming. I can't wait until it warms up a bit, and I can get outside! I miss running on the bike path, and riding my bike at Rock Cut. I've been running on the treadmill but I just feel like a sad little hamster on it's wheel, sprinting to nowhere. Hopefully the groundhog was right this year, because the longer I am cooped up, the more vices I seem to develop. For example: Eating chocolate in bed, and watching an entire season of Dexter over the weekend. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllpppp!!
:)
