Standing at the Trailhead of Winter

My husband tried to guilt me into going to dinner with him this evening. I stood my ground, though, and politely declined. The invitation came via text, asking me if I'd like to join him for an evening I would regret. Seriously? Why in the world would anyone say yes to an invitation like this? I replied, basically asking why would I do this to myself? Then I said thank you for the invite, but no. The next text suggested I needed to have dinner with him for his health. Wow. My response was just, "Nice." He replied by saying, okay, it was for his mental health. Again, wow. I didn't respond to his last text. I figured I was only going to continue receiving texts designed to make me feel guilty. I refuse to take on that burden. When my husband brought Ado home after having him over for the day, he asked me again to go to dinner with him. I said no. He went on to bring up the communique he has received from the hospital so far, which hasn't included any bills y...

Drinking, that is. I don't drink often, but when I do, my choice these days is whiskey straight up. No watering it down for me. No mixing the golden brown goodness with a cola. Just a solid shot of whiskey. I know alcohol is one of the no-no's for anyone working out, trying to be healthy, searching for that six-pack abs. But damn, whiskey is magical. I'm quite certain I won't be saying this tomorrow during my run. I'm pretty sure I'll be cussing a blue streak, wondering what I was thinking having that extra shot of whiskey. When the company is good, when the laughter is flowing, it's hard not to say, "I'll take another one." These kinds of evenings are what life really should be about--friends, family, good times. Happy 4th everyone.