It's too bad we can't count on climate change. On a perfect globe, man's warming effect would have some goddamn consistency to it. It wouldn't be 30°F at 10 a.m. on Christmas and when it was, the wind wouldn't blow like two motherfuckers. I walked the original Levy Loop this morning in 29:27 (during which a large, big-jawed, mad-acting, mean-looking dog bit my left upper thigh an inch of so below paydirt. His owner called him in before I was eaten or teeth met flesh through my bluejeans).
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