Did four miles again this morning, but I only managed to run three of it; it's only 53, but apparently the additional 18 degrees makes all the difference in the world to my meat puppet; we'd prefer it in the thirties, thanks. I like my new running shoes, which are a not-terribly-expensive and very light and sproingy pair of Sauconys, which are mostly for street running but have a little tread for trail running as need be.
Today, I have to make a bunch of phone calls (Argh. Avoidant! Hate hate hate.) and do the last read-over of "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree," which has now completed its editing process. Also, I need to open up "Mongoose" and look at it and see if it's grown any more stuff.
That's like work, I guess.