I didn't run today. Wimped out when I could see my breath and my neighbor overslept, which gave me the choice of walking by myself (my warm-up) or going back to bed.
I went back to bed. Grabbed two extra blissful hours of sleep. And don't feel one iota of guilt.
Yesterday, I watched Wednesday's season premiere of "Lost" not once but twice because the kids hadn't seen it, so I got to watch it with them, too. I found it hilarious that Henry/Ben boycotted "The Others" bookclub because they were reading Stephen King, an author whom I happen to love, and who I think is a lot more literary (I'm talking his recent works, not the Pet Cemetary stuff that even he admits were written under the influence) than people give him credit for.
There are passages in The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, Dreamcatcher, The Green Mile and other books that I look at and marvel at, the same way I have marveled at passages in T.S. Eliot poems and Joyce Carol Oates short stories. I am TOTALLY looking forward to his next book, Lisey's Story which comes out October 24th.
For a TOTALLY hilarious take on the world of books, you have to read the Gawker blog today. Both Miss Snark and ALG blogged about it. Yes, the Gawker column is a bit mean, both to editors and to authors, but hey, it's also some harsh truth. And some funny truths, too.
Anyway, speaking of the world of books, I better get back to mine before my editor finds another author to take my place ;-)