Like the Leaves on a Fallen Branch, So Our The Days of Our Lives (& Look At How They Match the Hulk)

I admit it. I am the fallen branch. The Vicki Soto 5K did the bones I own in: ooh, my ankles. Ouch, my hips. Is that the Sciatica acting up? How is it I'm not as solid as I used to be? Is middle age part of breaking away from the tree? Way to feel old, Crandall.

But look at that...the colors of the leaves blend in with the Subaru. It doesn't get more Autumn than that.

I actually came home from the race and walked Karal an equal distance. I knew after I had to get to work and finalized the NWP Report a few weeks late. The electric shocks in all my joints will keep me moving...not napping with those pains.

Yesterday, I was craving steak fries for dinner, but settled for pierogis, instead. 

Today I'm grading and looking to what I committed myself in the week ahead. Oh, but I just remember it is Daylight Savings Time so we gain an hour for sleep (not that I'm good for an extra hour like the younger years). This, of course, was written at it's normal time and not with the extra hour added.

A million and one cheers for all that ran yesterday (and those who should have known better, like me). Ouch. And I mean ouch in ways I never imagined possible. 

Stay rested this Sunday. Roll with it what it will. Look to the blue sky and get back at it.