It might be time to invest in a
headlamp. Don't tell my mom, but I ran through an underlit neighborhood in the dark this evening. I'm not so worried about the
bogeyman as the very dead, very large raccoon-possum-wharf rat I very nearly stepped on, thinking it was just one of many piles of pine needles. The other bad thing that happened was I was lip-syncing somewhat obnoxiously as I bounded into the light of a streetlamp before I saw a woman walking her dog. I'm sure she didn't think I was at all retarded.
Now that it's getting dark before 5pm here (we're farther north and farther east), one of my friends sent her 4 kids ages 2-7 outside to play with the headlamps at that arsenic hour before dinner time. Be careful, and I won't tell ma. My household runner has taken to the treadmill, which he hates, but he's only home in daylight on the weekends.
ReplyDeleteUgh, I feel the same way about the treadmill. An attorney acquaintance of mine does 5 miles every day at lunchtime on the treadmill. That's dedication. Or something.
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