Today is Thanksgiving Monday, so running club was cancelled tonight. But I did my scheduled 5K run anyway, 10 minute run/1 minute walk.

My quads have recovered from last week’s travelling lunges…I’ve been doing them all week trying to loosen up my thighs. They were pretty tight for the first few days. Through the miserable weather I’ve been using my treadmill.

Yes, I think I am. Last night I joined the first session of an eight week running club with friends and acquaintances from my church. I have been jogging for a long time, but I’ve never run with a group, let alone compete in a race.

I wish I were a better gardener, because there is nothing in the world like the satisfaction of harvesting food that has been planted and grown in one’s own backyard—to see the magical transformation from bud to flower to fruit.

I think guys working at repair shops sometimes have difficulty with the concept, “making an appointment.”

Or maybe they think customers need to learn that the word appointment really means “preliminary-sizing-up.”

A funny thing happened while I was writing today’s main blog about Randy Pearlstein’s Writing for Comedy workshop. I was in the public library, intending to write over my lunch hour and headed for my favourite spot by the large windows in the reference section upstairs.

This March Break morning, my daughter woke up in her room next door, and said, “good morning.” Not by popping her head out of the door and stumbling to the bathroom, mind you.

She said it on Facebook, cause she saw we were online, too.

How do you cure children of faking sick? You make them stay in bed, that’s how. Both my husband and I had to get to work this morning and since our seven-year-old son informed us he was “kind of sick,” my husband agreed to stay home for the morning, and I would trade places with him in the afternoon.

Did you know that November is National Novel Writing Month, also known as NaNoWriMo? If you didn’t know already, well, you have four more days. Can you write 50,000 words in four days?

There is something spiritual about grapes and grapevines. Maybe it’s because of all those biblical references with which I am so familiar. Nevertheless, I always associate grapes with fruitfulness in life.