When I was a kid, one of my favorite jokes was:
Patient: “Doctor! It hurts when I do this!”
Doctor: “Well, don’t do that.”
I thought of this — and you — as I wheezed down the turn lane of a four lane highway this morning. My mom’s partially blind, selectively deaf and judiciously mulish dog had escaped and I was joggling after her. (Not jogging. Joggling. I don’t jog.)
I am given to understand that when most people with sedentary lifestyles suddenly engage in an inspired-by-death run, they resolve to get in shape. They resolve to get in shape so that when something like this happens again, they will be better able to meet the challenge.
I resolve to never be in the position of chasing after a dog again.
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I wondered why it was so dark in my shower this morning. Turns out it was precisely thirty nine thousand, eight hundred and two ladybugs covering the inside of my skylight.
This picture is from Eagan’s, a local burger drive through.




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