The men in my family have provided a nice soundtrack for my life this week.
Dad converted four cassette tapes he had made me a while back into CDs. I’ve indulged in some swinging Sinatra the last few days.
My brother loaded up my MP3 player with goodies, most of which I haven’t even gotten to yet. All I know is my workouts are better already. Each day there’s another surprise.
The gifts that keep on giving.
