"We have, I fear, confused power with greatness." - Stewart Udall

I keep getting a Wells Fargo ad in my Facebook feed. They're running a special. If I deposit at least $25,000 of new-to-them money and leave it there for at least a year they'll pay me...
wait for it...
2% interest!
That they will brag about 2% is amazing and insulting. My grandson could invest that money and do better than that. Our financial guy told us that if he gets us less than 5% per year we should fire him.

Few things are sadder than an athlete who hangs on longer than he/she should.
I think Roger Federer may be my favorite athlete in any sport. He's a gentleman who always shows self-control, is by all accounts a devoted family man, and is perhaps the best tennis player of all time. And he's 37 years old, way past the prime years even in tennis. I find myself thinking, "It's OK, Roger. Retire, enjoy your wife and kids (two sets of twins) and your place in history. We don't want to see you play mediocre tennis after such an incredible career."
Then he defeats Nadal in four sets to make it to the Wimbledon finals.
The guy is a real life superman.

I worked on Sally as long as my body and brain would allow. I used my hammer/dolly set for the first time to get a crease out of the LF fender and it went surprisingly well. Now I'm using body filler to get it smooth and ready for priming.
As soon as I've finished that process everything from the doors forward will be ready for prime and paint except for the two panels that will have to be replaced. I'll order them next week.
The finish line is in sight.

It's now Saturday morning. Last night's production started at 7:30 and didn't end until...10:30! It was after 11:00 when we got home, hours past my normal bedtime. Put an old man who goes to bed early by any standard in a room where the lights are out 90% of the time and staying awake becomes a major effort.
We talked about it all the way home:
It was a major step up from a H.S. production but certainly wasn't Broadway.
Some of the performers were clearly dancers first, others singers first, and two or three strong at both.
"Lola" was a hoot. (In the musical) she's a seductress charged with pulling Joe away from his wife. She was a dancer and had a good voice, too. Joe had a great voice, danced well, and as the main character in the plot was easy to identify with. Mr. Applegate was too often hard to understand; we both missed much of what he said & sang. Joe's wife Meg had a beautiful voice and their duets were moving.
Production (staging, props, etc.) was probably where the Eugene level showed up most, but that's OK. After 30 minutes or so I stopped noticing the simplicity and occasional issues because I got into the story and the characters.
It was a fun evening out and something I wish we could do more often.

Today's schedule calls for a 6 mile run and I was looking forward to it. If I start before noon the temps will be in the low 70s, the sun will be out, and no wind. My training has been going well and I really do enjoy running.
I think I'm going to throw in the towel.
My hips hurt in the morning. After I'm up and moving for an hour they're no problem and I forget about it until the next morning. But each morning seems a little worse.
I didn't stay in a Holiday Inn Express but even a doofus can figure out that the arthritis creeping into various parts of my body is only exacerbated by distance running. They told me a year ago that my hips were showing the signs, but I hoped I could just ignore it and do a half marathon by pushing through. OK, maybe not.

Or, I may feel OK at 10:00 and decide to give this another try. If I scale back and run every other day can I still do the necessary training and then a half the end of September?

I dunno, but it's time to feed some very hungry, and therefore noisy, goats and then have some breakfast. On today's menu: COFFEE, scrambled eggs, and ham.