I opened my front door this morning and found my driveway blocked by a big mound of gravel. And a ditch in the street where they're laying a new water pipe.
The guys cheerfully told me that they'd move the gravel if I wanted to wait awhile. I got the feeling God wanted me to walk (to the Max station) today.
Well, God and the Water Department.
I'm starting to feel like Arthur Dent
Exercise du jour:
Thanks to God, and the Water Department, and my co-walking co-worker at lunch, walked one hour, 45 minutes. No leg pain!
Slaps forehead I knew something was missing. How could I have forgotten the sparkly gold star?