One hundred and nine
That is how many days I have sat down to the computer and typed in something to say to you. If I had exercised instead every one of those days I would be able to climb the mountain across the street without puffing. If I had cooked something fattening, I wouldn’t be able to cross the street to get to the mountain. If I had studied Italian at a higher level, I would be able to talk to Italian scientists and musicians. If I had opened a bottle of prosecco and sipped it away, I wouldn’t be able to type in English, let alone in Italian.
One hundred and nine posts. One hundred and nine days.
I don’t regret a single one. Thanks for reading.
8 comments January 22nd, 2007
