one more day, draaaaaaaaging to the finish line.
St.Francis again this am, temps getting warmer. Short sleeves, shorts, gloves.
Knee hurts, getting used to the 6-7 a day again. Wanted to take a day off, but no. Suck it up wuss.
Fortunately, Lucy DIDN'T pull the ball away, i.e. the skies DIDN'T open up on my way back from St.Francis as they usually do. Got back to the job actually...what's that word....dry. Nice.
p/t this pm, arm is KILLING me, guess that means the therapy must be working (?!). Manana am got an app't with orthopedist. Prediction: 4 MORE weeks of pain/physical therapist. Why can't they just operate???
oh, and while we're on the subject (?) wassup with the state budget? People around here are freakin' over nothing. First: is the state supposed to turn a profit/break even??? Second, we won't close, and if we did, I'd bump some poor shlub with the same job title and less time. So, what's the biggie??? Again, work is what you do in between runs. AND, how the FUCK could we have become so dependent on Wall Street??? Dayum we be stoooopid. America gets what American deserves (wish I could remember who said that).
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