These days I am getting more than my fair share of hugs. Hugs from men and women, even a hug from Harvey the Hound.
I'm getting so many that I am perfecting my own hug through shear repetition and practice.
I have always loved hugs, especially the really deep hugs that prove to me that you are paying attention to the moment. Those soft barely touching shoulder hugs leave me feeling less than inspired.
I look forward to our next hug. No pressure of course.
That is all.