Stoke that stove

66 degrees.

That's what it was this morning when I went out for an easy five mile jaunt. It was the first time I wore a shirt while running since May (except in Rhode Island back in July).

I am dusting off the wood pile and pulling out the wool pa-jammies.

1 comment:

Rhea said...

Oh, my gosh, you warm-weather people! Of course, I'm one myself, but having lived in cold Mid-Atlantic for more than a decade, I feel as if I have thicker blood.

Hope your knee feels better soon. I'll be tracking you at NYC!