Belly of the Whale

Life is damn dynamic, prismatic right now.
My one-dimensionality has morphed into a myriad of different daily tasks: I am running again—which pleases Widge to no end; I am climbing three times aweek—which pleases me to no end; I am getting addicted again I fear; I am learning how to play a pennywhistle—to Widge’s dismay—every night before I go to bed; and what else?

I don’t know, but it is awfully better than the seat to seat movement, the reading recliner to the computer desk.
Still I am determined as ever to learn how to write: I want to cut back my reading further and work harder on my prose.
I am still determined to get a website up—this has been the slowest process, but it is still moving forward, day by day.
My communication of my goals, plans, dreams, has continued, and continues to reap reward and new ideas.

Life is so good. Thank you all.