Maple Street Loop/Orange Street Loop

It's interesting, indeed fundamentally ironic, that ya'll move to the Gulf Coast just about at the same time hurricanes start blowing the hell out of Nova Scotia. Anyway, it turned winter here last night. Yesterday it was 82°F. This morning, at 10:45, it's windy, wet, overcast, and 48. What sucks is that Samantha's been gone since Wednesday. She hates this kind of weather. I looked for her along Orange Street as I completed the Maple Street Loop in 31:04. I hope she's inside somewhere.

One thing that never occurred to me until this afternoon, when Samantha appeared, walking south on 35th Street toward the house, is that neighborhood cats, including mine, probably read this blog. I mean, of course, right? If you look back, you'll see a history of Sam reappearing shortly after I expressed concern about her on Pam's Boy. What's funny is, three hours after her return, as I turned onto Orange Street off 43rd, about a hundred yards away from completing an easy jog of the Orange Street Loop in 32:27, Sam meowed to me from the lowest branch of a tree across the street from the Chiropractic Clinic. She then jumped to the lawn below, and followed me home.

HATS OFF...
...to Evan Osnos, for writing a story about corruption in China—in The New Yorker—without using the adjective "rife." It is the first time since the end of the Nixon administration that anyone has written or said anything about organizational corruption without using it. All previous such stories are, in fact, rife with it

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