Gone and Forgotten

I was wondering what I did on my birthday last year. Why didn’t I write about it? Where was I that I wouldn’t say something, anything? Florida. Tampa…no, Brandon, to be exact. That’s where I was. I remember now. I practiced five minutes of yoga and ran two miles in the morning. B made me breakfast. Humidity was fun for me. That same weekend J & I set sail for the Caribbean. Dave and Friends, Sunshine and sand. G. Love & funk. Buffets and booze. No wonder I didn’t write.

I cancelled sunshine this year. No Florida for me. I will miss the run; I will miss my friend of 25 years. Promotion prompted me to pass up pleasure. For this year.