Life is not about finding yourself, but about creating yourself.

Eat cereal. Drink coffee. Watch portion of Tour de France. Ponder how face can be oily and broken-out AND so dry and just how bad can it get here in the desert in the summer. Watch old movies with Dad. Ask Dad to explain sudoku and if he has anything other than "Super Hard Only For The Obsessive Sudoku" lying around. Feel dumb when unable to solve "easy" level sudoku. Explain how cycling is a team sport to Dad. Go to gym. Read. Eat whatever I feel like. Download information on parks and trails. Don't actually go on any hikes or runs or even walks. Flip through Donna's quilting books, decide it's the hobby of the summer. Watch What Not to Wear with Donna. Ponder getting highlights, only to remember I have no money, ponder doing highlights myself, only to remember the various ways that could end up in disaster. More Sudoku. More Tour de France. Get remedial lessons on sewing machine. Decide book is stupid, design own pattern for placemat. Cut fabric. Close eyes, see blocks. Decide to clear head before going to bed.

oh, and Donna was in a car accident on Friday (she's fine and we all had a Friday night out like normal people) and Dad had his face lift surgery today (yes, face life. and he's less fine at the moment, but will be fine. and eventually will be 10 years younger fine.) More on all that when my mind is not swirling with the very important topics I've been thinking about...