It's been a while.
After work I had two home visits last night. Traffic was horrendous, and I was dead tired when I got home, close to 8:30. Did I not remember how I almost never plan anything for Friday for this very reason? That the cumulative effect of 40+ hours of work, socializing, meetings and lunches make this introvert very much ready for a solitary Friday? Driving home, already tired, I knew I could not face a five-mile walk, not only because of the above reasons, but because I knew I'd be glued to CNN's coverage of the school shooting in Connecticut. Do not get me started.
So I did what I've done, I think, four or five times, and skipped the walk in favor of 10 miles the next day. Which was today. I had a self-indulgent morning, then a Christmas luncheon, got home around 1:15 and was out the door by 2:00. It was unseasonably warm, even muggy today, and Banks was not into it, so I brought him home at 3:15. That left an hour and 45 minutes. I crossed over St. Ed's campus, wove through the neighborhoods on the other side of it, came back, make ever-tightening concentric circles around St. Ed's, and confidently approached a guy wearing a watch and asked for the time. "Ten after four," he responded. That couldn't be right, I thought. Five minutes later I asked a guy staring at his phone. "Four-fifteen," he said briskly. Okay. My knees were aching and I was starving, but I soldiered on. The time crept by, because I was sure I'd been gone longer, but got home at 4:40. No problem I'm going to Fogo's tonight (Sam's college graduation and late birthday celebration), I always park a few blocks away, and I'll neet to take Banks for a fast potty walk afterwards, to I'll make it up.
I dreamed last night that I took Banks to Lady Bird Lake, and someone stopped us and said it'd be $4.95 for access to the trail.
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