The paper says it's supposed to rain four feet today. The National Weather Service has for the first time ever issued a flash-flood guarantee. Anyway, I tried to beat it this morning but got in the final mile of the Levy Trail 5K got hit with 36°F, wind-blown water.
Readers, not to beat a dead cat, but when I opened my door after the Levy Trail 5K, I immediately looked down for Jo, right where she has been every day that I have walked or jogged for the last eleven and a half years. I'm not sure how long this instinctual behavior will persist. I'll try to remember to mention it when it stops.
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