I sometimes forget that I am old.  I decide to take advantage of an evening when I can stay up late and watch a ball game, and then when I do I find that my body rebels at such a decision.  When I finally turn off the tv and head to the computer to do my journal entry it hits me that it would be nice to just forget it and go to bed.  Then I realize that not only do I have my page to finish I also have to go upstairs and read my chapter do my 38 and then my personal prayer and then prayer with Sheila.  It would be so easy to give up on all of that, but my better self just won't let me do that.  That better self holds me to a higher standard and because I know that it is the right thing to do, I do it. I've failed at enough things during my life to know what it feels like, and in these particularly things there are no circumstances that would prevent me or outside forces that have any say whether I do them or not.  It is just me, and 'me' tells me that I simply have to do them.  I know that I will feel good when they are done. I have done my push ups for over three years.  I only missed a 5 time stretch (that's 2 and 1/2 days) when I had such pain in my shoulder that I could not stand to do them.  Reading scriptures only requires being able to see and praying only requires speaking and thinking (and kneeling) so I have no excuse for giving in on that routine.

I do finally have something interesting to write about because we finally did something interesting .  I surprised Sheila today by making a reservation for dinner at the Rodizio Grill.  We drove to American Fork and enjoyed a slightly exotic meal.  No snake, or alligator and we didn't even eat the spicy chicken.  But it was a nice meal.  Have any of you ever eaten there?   Now for the rest of my nightly ritual..................