Today’s diet included a half-day of healthy: early morning workout on my mini-elliptical, bananas and shredded wheat with soy milk, productive working morning and soy yogurt with lite fruit cup for lunch.

It went to hell from there.

Add frosted cinnamon pop-tarts to my yogurt and fruit cup, then some discombobulated gossiping mixed with jumping around on projects, late afternoon bag of white cheddar Cheetos and cherry coke zero while playing mom-taxi and dropping nearly $100 on baseball gear for my son.

Cap it off with two meager, meat only tacos, more diet coke, a bike ride that wasn’t and a giant rootbeer float flavored lolli-pop while vegging out to numerous shows on my dvr.

And the night’s not over just yet!

🙂

There will always be someone of “note” passing on this earth. In fact, there could be an estimated 18,000 just from last week in Japan. I am sure there is some statistic that states every minute or second or sometime, someone dies. My grandmother died last year and she was definitely a woman of note.

Most recently – an actress with some serious life force and a writer able to accurately express the human condition.

A weird grief pops up when people I don’t know die – whether they’d lived a long, decorated life I have admired through stage or screen, or if they suddenly vanished under a massive tsunami.

It still touches a distant place inside of me, if even only for an instant.

A place of relative note.