A day off today: from a long morning run, that is. And like most off days, filled with activity. I drove down to Anaheim early this morning and picked up my race number for Monday's Disneyland half-marathon. Then I dropped off my powerbook
again to have a new hard drive installed. Gassed the car and now am preparing to write all day on
Dummy Fever while awaiting word on where to meet wife and in-laws for dinner.
Ernesto is in New York for a friend's wedding. Next Saturday he'll run 12 and I'll do a mere 16.
Already a hundred degrees and it's not even noon. I'm fortunate not to be running today.
Another fortunate man was Risky Ventures. You can read about his luck at
Products of a Diseased Mind. Then scroll down to absorb the cautionary tale of "Roscoe: The Sensible Sniper."
Another fortunate man was Risky Ventures. You can read about his luck at Products of a Diseased Mind. Then scroll down to absorb the cautionary tale of "Roscoe: The Sensible Sniper."
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