Not much happened. My day got turned upside down because a friend called, wanted to walk the trail with me, maybe eat some lunch.
My happy discovery the other evening, the fish tacos, was shared. We shook up the usual route a little, and I kept feeling soreness in my legs, but I couldn’t fathom the stiffness. It’s not like a few miles would really bother me, except that I’d hiked them in cowboy boots the other evening. But even then, that’s not like a long way, not for me.
Two images, popped up. One is a trend I’m not liking, the fish are getting smaller (and harder to catch), and the other is the spring sprig of, I’m going out on a limb here, Mountain Laurel?
Unrelated:
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(But I do live just like a monk.)
