"Too much of a good thing can be taxing." - Mae West

I did the 5-mile route this morning. When I leave I choose a word that describes how I want to run that's based on how I feel, what my schedule has been, what day of the week it is....
Sometimes I want to lope, sometimes run briskly, and today it was to be a workmanly run which is not a sprint but also not loping. About 1/2 mile out it changed to brisk.
I missed a PR by 10 seconds. Ten stinkin' seconds. That's two seconds per mile.
Grrrrr.

They've raised the total rain we'll get over the next 24 hours. It will start this evening and by tomorrow night we'll get 1.36". The creek's gonna rise. But barns are clean, feeders and water buckets are full, and drainage trenches cleared.

I miss teaching.

Per Google's doodle it's the 131st anniversary of the invention of the hole punch. Does anyone use those anymore? That would mean a 3-ring notebook is being used, and that means paper. Who does that in a digital world?

It was a week ago today that I sent the manuscript off to my readers.
But who's counting?

Pam says I'm not social enough. She thinks I need to spend more time with people.
For reasons I can't figure out our pastor bought boxes of hymnals a mega-church was getting rid selling off. This Sunday night the church is having an "old fashioned hymn sing and pie social" using those hymnals.
"Are we going?" she asks.
You can guess my response. The term "old fashioned" sealed it for me. Read: old people.
And that's what led to her assessment of my increasingly anti-social personality.
(She wants to go.)

Friend Sue's blog is a regular stop on my daily internet route. In her last (as of this writing) post she went on about several odd things, including married couples who serve as a check and balance on each other.
So we're going. I'm baking an apple pie and we'll go and sing hymns out of a book with a bunch of (other) old people. They long for the good old days. Me? I just hope my pie turns out OK and somebody brings chocolate meringue.