If I had posted yesterday to write about my latest run it would have read simply:
Ran this morning. 4 miles. It was okay. I did not clock it.
It was that kind of day. It has been that kind of week. I really did not want to write about it. I needed some relief, some pity, someone to talk to, some time to run and more time to sleep. I am making headway and the weekend is not far off.
The little trouble at work on Monday managed to make it onto CNN and the Chicago Tribune. Best news? Nobody died ... that we know about.
Today is officially the start of hurricane season. I thought you should know. It is headline material in Florida.
Oh. A realtor driving his Porsche convertible with his business partner was shot in the stomach by a masked man about a mile from here last night. That's bright news. He survived. There was no clear motive; just carjacking speculation.
Let's see. What else is going on? Ah, that's enough. Tomorrow I run for 45 minutes.