Orange Street Loop

I walked the Orange Street Loop this afternoon in 47:02. It's cold in Levy, 33°F at 4:43 p.m. I hope 2016 breaks the new 2015 standard for hot years, polar bears be damned.

Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
Keith was still full as he lay reading in his bedroom three hours after his meal at the Shoemaker’s, and he could hear Karen’s voice, unintelligible from so far away as she talked on the phone. Karen laughed enough that Keith was swept by curiosity from his bed and down the hallway into the den. She laughed again, turned to Keith, covered the mouthpiece of the phone and whispered, “It’s Bill Seale, for you.”

Karen was talking to Seale about a conversation Keith had with her father at the dinner table earlier that evening. She said he told her father that he thought God was a creation of man, dreamed up thousands of years ago to contribute to our sense of purpose and to help explain our existence.

“Dad said, ‘So you don’t believe Jesus died for you?’ and Keith said, ‘No, I do believe that, and I’ve always felt badly about it. The thing is, he shouldn’t have.’ ”

Keith, from five feet away, could hear Seale laugh over the phone. He walked to Karen and leaned his head close to the receiver.

“Holy shit, what did the Reverend say?” Seale said.