My Sanctuary
I guess it could be worse.
This has recently become my new sanctuary.
As my one of three self-assigned mandatory daily tasks (along with practicing and writing), I have found it to be quite the getaway. Of course, I don't always feel like working out, but like they say, "It's not how you feel when you get there, it's how you feel when you leave." Who's "they" anyway? I don't know, but I do always feel better afterwards.Here's where I spend the last 20 minutes of every workout. I like to finish with all my ab/floor work and nice, relaxing stretches. And what a nice view to do it all to.
Yesterday, I made a delightful little curry chicken salad which included fresh red grapes, grated boiled egg, and baby swiss cheese.This morning, I made myself a knock off of the Starbucks Fruit & Yogurt Parfait that my friend Cristina introduced me to last weekend. The only fresh berries I had were raspberries, which aren't my favorite, but they were on sale. It was still pretty tasty.
I've decided that I'm not going to stop cooking just because I'm cooking for one.
posted by Samm @ 10/06/2008 12:26:00 AM
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Dialogue from my as-yet unpublished (perhaps because it's never been submitted anywhere) novel:
"I can really suck when it comes to empathy, Les, you know that?” Hannah propped her sunglasses on top of her head and Leslie discarded their trash and dropped off the tray. “They say you really only get one chance to show someone you love you can be there for them in a crisis…”
“Who says that?” Leslie interjected.
“You know: ‘They!’ How do I know?” countered Hannah. “The universal ‘they.’ Purveyors of all wisdom and knowledge without whose advice to blatantly ignore we’d all live happily ever after.”
“Ohhh, that ‘they,’” Leslie added playfully.
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