I sit here staring out the window post-exercise wondering what to write about.

My dogs are sitting on the rug looking up at me as if to say, “You fixing my dinner anytime soon?”

Meanwhile, my husband has been grilling meat-ribs-which he recently took off and wrapped in foil.

I’m not even hungry, yet my mouth waters when I think about how good they smelled.

I’ve got my heavy Christian music playing “Hit Me” in my ears as I contemplate my next task.

That must be to go prepare either the sides for dinner or bake the rice for the dog’s weekly ration of food.