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Last week was kind of crazy, thus there were no posts. I slipped into facial hair mode for the book and really dedicated myself to getting some chapters done. I haven't grown a beard to write in a while and for a couple of days it was worth it. I know Julie hates it, but I was feeling like an "artist." Besides the long nights writing, we were prepping for the Cure finders walk at the kids school that took place on Friday. Each year this is an emotional day as you stand around and watch 300 kids walk around the school cheering to find a cure for CF, and it's all because of your son. Even writing that sentence gets me a little misty eyed. As the week went on, Julie sent out her CF letter and I finally wrote mine.

I realized this weekend that I didn't write a letter last year. I think Julie wrote it and we sent it out, but I didn't give much thought to it. When I don't write my own letter I somehow don't feel as connected with the fundraising. I'm glad... very glad that I wrote a letter this year and was able to send it out the past couple of days. In addition, Julie put together a wonderful... really, it kicks ass... video montage that we have on youtube and included with each email. We're hoping to raise $3000 by the end of April. I think it can be done.

Why, you ask? Because the students at Emblem school, where Sophie and Jake attend, raised $4660 in one week! And since BJ's restaurant will donate an additional $1000, the kids raised $5660. Incredible!

Friday's Cure Finders Walk was a great time and I managed not to cry. Close, but it didn't happen. Thank you Emblem School.

By the way, I woke up this morning after another late nighyt of writing and was disappointed in myself for putting on 5 lbs. Resorting to the old ways of beard writing kind of made me resort back to laxidazical feelings about what I eat and exercise. I need to run. It makes me feel good about myself. It also opens up my mind to new ideas. I don't want to turn back into the loafing 30-someting Malchus again.

I'm a writer, damn it. I don't need growth on my face to write.

The beard came off this morning.



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