rooftop kung fu

Nothing like a little rooftop kung fu to get your new year started! Truth be told, as energetic as the beginning of my year appears, leaping off water pipes on my roof till after 1am left me conked out in my cozy nest of covers with my electric hot water cushion till ten in the morning. I am trying to summon back my inner night owl these days (since many of our outreach venues are evening events), but with limited success. God's grace is continually found sufficient though, even for my sleep cycle:)

When I did come around this morning (having forgotten to set my alarm) one of my first thoughts (before even remembering that it was January 1) was the sudden conviction that i had accidentally thrown away the rubber insoles i bought in Maui (to make all my boots extra comfy). An old pair of boots had blown out the other day and i had thrown them in the trash- without remembering to remove the insoles which i rotate from pair to pair. so the first thing i did after waking to a new year was to roll out of bed and run out into the cold cement stairwell in my sweats and uggs to did through a trash can full of chopsticks, banana peels and styrofoam take out boxes from the whole thirteenth floor- much to the consternation of the cleaning lady that i met there. And all that to no avail. Happy 2011 to me.