I jogged the Levy Loop tonight in 21:26, with splits of 11:04, and 10:22, my first non-stop non-walk since, fuck, a while—early October or late September, I think. I'll have to look. It felt pretty easy.
SENTENCE OF THE DAY from A Different Closet
Stories ran all week, including a long advance for Ingram’s announcement in Saturday’s edition, now lying on the kitchen table in front of him as he struggled to eat this breakfast of fruit, nuts, and whole grain.
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