Busy day, boring story, but I don’t miss my writing. Or running.
This will be a boring story, be warned. But I must write it. Not every run is memorable, not every story is high quality. But I’m committed to consistency in these two activities!
I’ll just write about my last twenty-fours. Whether anyone gives a crap — I don’t know! Probably not.
Last night I was flying from California’s Orange County to Louisiana, where my wife is with our twins — they are playing in a tennis tournament.