Home Sick

Today I spent the whole day at home reading, not talking--even to people on skype (I chatted instead), and thinking about what I should do. My thoughts ran more or less like this: I have a whole day to do anything except (insert long list of things). I should really make use of that! So I read a book called "Rich Dad's Prophecy" that I stole from my dad's book shelf before I left, finished reading the second book I have by Donald Trump--one very self-important person I might add. I got half way through "Rich Dad's Prophecy when lunch rolled around and I decided to make lunch and work on a book that I've been thinking about. No I won't give out the title online! Someone in my massive audience might steal my idea, and then where would I be? But don't get too excited I bagged that idea when I realized I should check the status of my flights for my Christmas trip. Well, I looked but no one was giving me any indication of what was going on with them because apparently they were too far off to worry about... which started me worrying about them momentarily. Then did various necessary time wasters such as examining the glands in my throat practicing my cough. Until recently I haven't been practicing it much so I guess I'm a little under-conditioned for it. Now I'm a little sore and I don't want to cough anymore. "COACH! TAKE ME OUT!!" And now I'm writing another entry for you my reader(s). I should be finishing my first post or doing something else productive, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I just want to be better and I want to get out of this rat-race, get to Seattle for Christmas, see Becca, and not let anything get in my way.

PS~for those of you who are wondering: yes, we in LA are having a horrible time with our winter storms as well. As a matter of fact it was raining until almost noon. In fact we have had so much weather that all the ski resorts in the mountains around here are open already--which I don't have to tell you has created such confusion because people aren't used to having so many to choose from this early in the season. The panic is widespread verging on stupidity. For all of you deeply disturbed skiers out there trying to decided: my prayers go with you.