Stopped Cold

I got on the scale this morning and was up a pound. I was already formulating the rant in my head as I logged on my computer. A really good one all about how I have saved my size 8 jeans and if I had to choose between running a marathon and wearing those jeans, I’d pick the jeans. Then I checked my e-mail.

My friend Ginger was moved to Hospice yesterday. If you’ve been reading for over a year, you may remember that last January I attended the funeral of my friend Michelle who died of breast cancer. Looks like this February I’ll be attending another funeral, for another friend lost to breast cancer.

Suddenly the jeans don’t seem so important, and the $1800 I would have to raise to participate in the Avon 2 day walk this October doesn’t seem insurmountable.