Five Miles

The bad news is that I’m exhausted, even after the weekend. But the weekend was an hour short–taken by the fickle mistress that is “Daylight Saving Time,” and it won’t be given back until that magic weekend sometime in the fall when we get to live the 1 o’clock hour twice.   The good news, I suppose, is that the cause for that is that I walked about five miles on Sunday.   It’s a mixed blessing, actually. Some of the weekend was given over to the Girl Scout...

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