I'm not checking facebook. I realize I don't really care right now to see how other people are living their lives. I almost checked because for a minute I thought I cared, but I don't.
I care instead about getting a run in before I meet my brother for a movie.
I care that I played a decent game of tennis with my new visor, that keeps the sun off my face and my hair from getting in my eyes.
I care that I am eating less.
That I had a great day at the hospital.
That Harry, without intentionally being insensitive [and oh how insensitive it was], jokingly asked me to marry him three times the other night at dinner [long story] and I thought I would fall apart once I got home, but the crisis never came. I was fine.
I am fine.