No, not a post about Grace being away.
I ran this morning. Other than being freezing (32 degrees = time for a hat) and tired, I was also incredibly clumsy. Have tripped and almost wiped out (to a heroic, slow-motion arms windmilling, people-clapping-from-cars degree) several times lately. One time a friendly fellow runner actually helped break my fall. Today I tripped on Mt Auburn Street and almost wiped, and then when I was about 1/2 a mile from home, on Huron Avenue, I tripped again and finally actually bit it. I skidded on my hands (they would be raw if I had not been wearing gloves) and then somehow rolled and wound up lying on my back. Awesome. Am wondering how it is that I am getting clumsier as I get older.
That’s about all the news from the day.