Long day. 5 hrs abs/upper body/intercostals raking leaves, dragging tarps, lifting heavy tarps. Repeat endlessly. After a weak dinner of french toast made from highly processed white bread dipped in factory farm eggs, I got an hour of racketball with my sons. I got worked. I spelled it that way because it's so noisy in those rooms with the ball caroming all over the place. I was supposed to pick up my daughter at dance at this point, but the warm south wind blew all thoughts from my mind except running home. I sent the boys in the car, and savored a dark run accompanied by dry leaves skittering along the pavement.
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