Orange Street Loop

Man, the first thing I noticed when I woke up this morning was pain in my right knee. I limped around the house all morning, mostly cleaning, and noticed that the more I moved, the better it got. You know the way that works. My dad came to visit at about noon. Roughly an hour later, as he left, I learned that he had parked somewhat deeply into my muddy front yard. He then dragged big gobs of mud with his tires into the street and up the Taylor's heretofore immaculate driveway. He got turned around, smiled real big, waved, and honked as he drove up Orange Street Hill, oblivious to the mess. Ms. Taylor is in the hospital. Jim's spent the last several days there, returning home only to sleep. I was opening the garage before dad's car had disappeared. With the help of the Taylor's garden hose, I used rags and mops and a big broom to clean their driveway, and my knee felt almost fine when I finished. Crazy. So, I walked the Orange Street Loop in 48:11.