I'm so not ready for winter. This past weekend was rainy, damp, gray and chilly. All the fun of a taste of winter in the not yet fall! Thanks!

My bones ached, my mood went south, my interest in things normal to me, my motivation, all gone.

Sitting on the couch watching Miami Ink seemed like a good idea.

I came to the conclusion then that I feel about tattoos the way I do about mini-skirts. They may look great on other people, and I admire them, but they aren't for me. Maybe I can't make that commitment. I just can't think of any symbol nor image that I want permanently inked under my skin.

I'm starting to feel better. Not happy, but better. It's a step.

And now at the Y I go to, they have little TV's installed in front of each treadmill. I wondered whey they had moved them all to face the wall. Now I can really dangle a carrot in front of myself by watching the Food Network as I walk. That makes me giggle.

Feeling somber today just thinking of lives that changed forever and how many of us who weren't even near New York or Washington D.C. or that field in Pennsylvania are forever changed as well.

And I wish they would stop saying stupid crap like "never forget". DUH. Some of us still can't get those pictures and images our of our heads, thank you very much.

ooh, trying to be respectful and it turns into a rant. Maybe it's true though that nothing will truly change unless we take some sort of action. In my experience, anger can often spur something like that on. As my brother's introduction to me of Rage Against the Machine told me....Anger is a gift. If I can get angry, I still have passion. I care about something. I am capable of strong feelings. All is not lost. It's just what I do with the gift that can be the hard part.