August.  Now that is a good month for the girls to come home.  I was greeting by some msn messages from them this morning.  I love you and miss you, Cici said.  I love you and want to come home, Ping said.  We will be on line to talk with you later, they said.  So in a bit, while I enjoy a cup of tea and begin working at the office, I expect to see them on line.  The web cam doesn't replace a hug, but sometimes it is the next best thing.

Traffic is light at this hour on a Sunday morning.  I can hear the occasional motorcycle rumbling up the highway near our office as its driver seeks the freedom of the open road.  Usually I will see groups of riders heading up the road, perhaps to the hill country west of Houston.  I have a different kind of freedom.  The day stretches in front of me, an open canvas waiting to see what I can accomplish today.

I started the day as I often do with two slices of lightly toasted Ezekiel bread.  No butter.  No jam.  No added flavor of any kind.  Just the flavor of the sprouted whole grains filling my senses.  While Ping has been gone I have been tracking what I eat, and I am surprised to find that I take in well under the recommended 1800 calories per day that men should consume, even though I feel like I am stuffing myself.  You just can't get there when you are consuming healthy foods.  But the payoff is in the numbers, like the blood pressure reading of 114/73 last evening.

My girls are on line so I need to talk with them.