Going Good

So it's Saturday morning and I'm at the gym for the regularly scheduled session of the Turks Head Jugglers. There's a dozen jugglers here -- all of whom I know. Most of whom I haven't seen in over a month. Everyone (except me) is practicing hard. And everyone (including me) is having great fun. The music is a bit too loud, of course. And there's nowhere else on earth that I would rather be.

Around 9:45, Ellen comes sailing in and sees me sitting on the floor, smiling, sipping coffee. She almost yells at me:

"What are you doing here? You should be home blogging!! You're falling behind. Get that thing up-to-date!"

Love comes in many different forms.

Have you noticed?