The Diary

January 2, 2008
The New Year seems to be as flaccid as the last, but I’m still on the second day… so there’s hope. I haven’t had sex for 40 days, and at this point a bread stick would turn me on. To channel my energies, I have decided to exercise every morning. (Let’s not call it a resolution, I can never stick to those.) A bit of yoga, weight training and a run by the beach, should do me some good. But for now, I’ll settle with a glass of wine reading Alexander McCall Smith’s The Good Husband of Zebra Drive. I like McCall Smith, he paints a pleasant world, whether it's in Botswana or Scotland.