I walked Levy Trail North at lunchtime today in 31:48, with splits of 16:30 and 15:18.
Last night, I went to Elizabeth Krupsaw's wedding, from which the pictures are gonna look weirder than two motherfuckers. Afterward, I walked into the reception in a Rivermarket restaurant-bar Jeff and Jill leased, dropped off my gifts, and got the fuck out. It looked like a lot of fun and one of those television shorts we've all seen from what became epicenters of the new coronavirus. You know, where you go, fuck, what were they goddamn thinking?
By the way, Elizabeth has matured into a beauty. She married a funny, nice guy named Mark (I know from the last half-dozen Thanksgivings) who is at work on a Ph.D. in history from Oklahoma State.
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