I walked the 38th Street Loop in 32:58. It's 65, with 73 percent humidity, enough to draw a bit of sweat from me in the morning for the first time since early last fall.
This evening, at about eight, right after I saw a guy on Antiques Roadshow learn that his pocket watch was worth $250,000, I jogged the Ghetto Cat Loop in 21:26, with splits of 11:04 and 10:22.
After the first two rounds of the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament, Pam is in a two-way tie for sixth among forty-seven in the Democrat-Gazette pool. Sam and Jo and I are much nearer forty-seventh. Kimmie Krupsaw is alone in first. Jo said, "Don't matter; they a long motherfucking way to go and shit."
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