Today is january 24. Exactly three weeks since my dad died. My new years resolution was to write every day, and I did that for the first two days of January. Then I continued, but wrote an obituary, a eulogy, and a graveside sonnet. Not what I had in mind. Since then, I've been writing sporadically. I'm on paper, in my notebooks and on a little tablet I keep in my pocket or on my computer - which is less reliable as it seems to decide to delete my words, which just frustrates me and makes me want to write LESS.

 Anyway, I just did The Firm's yoga workout. I barely broke a sweat but it feels like enough for today. I'm tired of my back and hip hurting and feel that perhaps this will help. It's been at least five years since I seriously did any working out, and I think it's time to start again. So I'm going to try to do this easy work out every day for a week, and then maybe amp it up a little by adding the extra touches that are not "for the beginners, you'll stay here" as Kirsten keeps advising. I can feel the stretch and pull in my back, which feels good. The pain is a bummer.

I have to call Jeff back and tell him that yes, I did injure myself playing racquetball, but I have no one to blame but myself since I just can't seem to rein in my competitive spirit even in the face of a young guy in his early twenties who clearly can spank me at any sport he should choose. But I feel like I could get him in Scrabble. Though I don't think I'll have the chance.

 Anyway, Marv is waiting for me at the Depot, so I'm going to have a cup of soup. Then I think I'll head to the library. I kind of feel like going for a walk, but it's zero degrees outside and that is giving me pause.