I had about a third of a mile to go on the 35th Street Loop this morning, when I wondered, in no particular order, if I could go a long way tomorrow morning at the pace I was on, if it was OK that I'd just lied to two young people that I planned to vote for Tracy Steele in the coming North Little Rock mayoral election, and what kind of reaction I'd get if I mailed the Vratils $15 in cash and told them about the ease of Flat-Rate Boxes, new to the post office since they moved to, and subsequently to Texas from, Canada. You know, so they could mail me the clothes I left at their house. Anyway, the answers are no, yes (since it was none of their fucking business), and puzzlement, since a Flat-Rate Box packed with my clothes was on my front porch when I finished in 56:41, with splits of 14:08, 14:20, 13:52, 14:21. Thanks, ya'll.
This evening I walked and jogged the Orange Street Loop in 43:41.
OVERHEARD
"I will leave you two alone, so you can strangle him."
—clerk to man and woman at Hobby Lobby
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