A Bangor Blog

I have a good friend in Maine who writes a kind of weekly newsletter and I was wondering what that would be like, so I decided to take a stab at it....remembering Ecclesiastes 3:4 "...a time to laugh..."

It's 5AM and I have been running on my treadmill for 2 hours, only 2 hours to go until I can wash down my 3 low carb bagels with a wonderful steaming cup of Dunkin Donuts French Vanilla coffee. Perhaps I will run into the Governor at the counter and I can tell her what I think about her reforms of the criminal justice system.

It's been 20 minutes since I last checked my pulse, but I can tell from the melancholy mood clouding my thinking I must keep pressing on until the first few rays of sunlight shine upon the frozen wasteland lying just beyond my door. As I run, I hear a still, small voice, it is the mouse who has joined me on the treadmill, running easily and smiling broadly at me, as I gasp for air.

As the minutes turn into miles, I begin to wish I had taken the road less travelled, and I realize I will not know when the sun rises above the horizon since my treadmill is locked away with the boiler in my basement, my wife unwilling to allow it to be placed anywhere within her quaintly appointed Thomas Kincaid-esque home.

Today I think I will try to outkick that mouse, turning up the treadmill's speed when the mouse isn't looking, in hopes he will be thrown off the treadmill and I will have the victory, small though it may be. You know, when you run alone in the dark, everything seems different, darker, I guess. Oh well, joy comes in the morning, at least that's what people who drink Starbuck's tell me. Actually, they don't tell me that, they kind of scream it as they run by, hyped with the charge granted by the caffine in their coffee imported from some remote country I've never been to.

Well, that was a pleasant dream, now its time to get up and get on with the business of life, forget the make believe world of the blogger who dreams of writing a weekly newsletter.