I wanted to think of something moving and wonderful to say. I have attended two funerals so far this year. My best friend's dog died as well. I have been feeling sad but not depressed. Not much motivation to speak of, either. However, a trip has been plotted to visit the beau. It's fast, it's flying, and I'm going.

I don't mind flying, it's all that other airport/luggage/screening/taking off shoes stuff that I get frustrated at. And worry about missing planes, being late, all that stuff.

The thing I must keep in mind, though, is that my last trip there encompassed any one traveling cliche' I can think up. I've done it. I've dealt with waiting on the plane in line to take off, ice storm, snow storm, him not being there to meet me, having to find the bus to take and wait for it in the right place, finding food, going to the bathroom and down the escalator once it stopped with all of my luggage. The new upper body workout ought to be lugging two wheelie suitcases in a colder climate in winter. Happy Holidays.

I can make it through. I can get to that hotel and put on my gym shoes and work out. I miss him. I need some happy smiles right now.

I walked through the yard and garden section last weekend at the big giant box store, inhaling Miracle Grow. I can't wait for spring!!