Daisy would not be able to wait for one of my long walks in the mountains. Jogging on the road is not all that entertaining. Yesterday I pulled a tiny but swollen tick nymph off my antecubital area after running in the woods, so I don't want to repeat that either.
If thunderstorms allow, golfing may be in order. It would be practice for the trip to Nebraska, not yet scheduled, but in the works. The clubs surfaced when I went downstairs to gather items for a garage sale this week. Maybe I'll sell Jim's Green Bay Packer putter while he's out of town. Cruella de Ville.
So now the bitterness of being adopted rises to the surface...pilfering a man's putter...what a dastardly notion.
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