I am sitting in my study this Sunday afternoon, feeling a little sorry for myself because of my newly identified arythmia and not being able to do Ride the Rockies this week… or work out hard ’till Harry and the heart docs check some stuff. And as I sit here, grumpy, four things happen. One, I open two drop-dead beautiful “you changed my life” letters that damn near bring tears to my eyes; we get ’em all the time but it is SUCH a privilege. Next, I open a package from the publisher with the manuscript of the new book and some awfully kind words about it and the reaction to the mock-up at the NY book fair. Then a good pal calls to say, Let’s have dinner tonight. And, last, I am about to go for a semi-easy bike ride in the amazing Berkshire Hills with Hilly on this fine, June day. So here’s my thought: our lives are stunningly sweet and have been forever. I am abjectly grateful. And it would be indecent for me to feel one bit sorry for myself, now or ever.
There you go.