(King David: A warrior and a poet.)
Yesterday, I walked ten miles. Exercise is addictive. Plus it's great stress relief.
The hike in the morning was beautiful. I battled heavy snowfall. Then the temperature warmed up, and all that snow turned to rain.
When I got back to my Soviet-style concrete tenement, I was drenched to the bone. The Dragon Lady is a clean freak. She got weird.
"Are you clazy? You must take da crothes off. You make da floor dirty. Take off da crothes!"
I enjoyed a piping hot shower. The warm water hitting my cold flesh felt magnificent. I desperately wanted a cigarette. But I abstained.
Being a former smoker is like being a recovering drug addict. The urge never goes away. I just try to keep busy.
I watched a film called King David. It features Jonathan Pryce as Saul. The movie is entertaining. Lots of sin and violence.
David was the consummate warrior-poet. He was also an accomplished prophet and musician. My personal favorite is Psalm 22.
In the prayer, David predicts the crucifixion of Jesus a 1,000 years before the event actually occurs. Now that's seeing the future! The Old Testament is often quite spooky.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Our Father on bended knees. I refuse to babble like a pagan.
I fell asleep at 11 p.m. I had a horrible nightmare. I woke up screaming at 7 a.m. However, I can't remember the dream. Go figure.
I drank coffee and read the newspaper. The Clippers keep winning. The squad is up to fifteen in a row. They're on quite a streak.
Being an expat is OK. But I ain't going to lie. I desperately miss American sports. Especially football.
I hiked five miles to my favorite restaurant. I ate two pieces of pumpkin pie. I washed them down with a Dr. Pepper.
It's currently 1:15 p.m. I'm sitting in a PC room. I just received a disturbing email. Google AdSense turned me down.
I'm heartbroken. According to the experts, my blog just won't sell. What a bummer.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.