This morning, I found a tiny little story that was not yet on the major news outlets... A flu outbreak. I forwarded the story to the person at my hospital who is in charge of emergency management. I was hoping that she would say that I failed to understand something or jumped to some crazy conclusion, but as I suspected, she had the same reaction as I. This could be really bad. I have been part of pandemic flu planning and drills and it is grim, grim, grim.
I am tired tonight. I came home from work and worked in my yard for 2 hours. I am glad I did it, but it was hard. I am hopeful that the rest of my weekend will be more fun. I wanted to get the hard work out of the way on Friday night.
Tomorrow I plan on going to the 6:30 a.m. meeting and then go out for a 5 mile run. Just writing that makes me smile. It has been months since I have run more than 2 or 3 miles. Long runs are so therapeutic for me... physically and mentally. I am very much looking forward to it. It's funny though that a few months ago I would have thought a 5 mile run was a short run. That's OK.
And now I get to go to bed. It is wonderful to be grateful for something so ordinary - and wonderful. Another sober day... Thank God.