Streak stopper

My streak of consecutive days covering at least 2 miles ended today at 78.

I walked 18 holes at the original Burns Park course, shot a 94 through cold, intermittent mist, got home, sat for 30 minutes, stood to change my wet shoes and socks, and decided I had done enough. My feet hurt. My back was tired. I remain sleepy, and hungry, so fuck it.

There is a 10-ounce ribeye sitting next to a fat potato in my kitchen, ready to sizzle on cast iron. I smell butter cooking.