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Monsoons this morning left things nice and cool for a quick jog and some pet-sitting errands for myself but sabotaged Kinley's workout. I always liked running in the warm rain but if you're raging 4hundos in spikes, I reckon it's best to wait it out. Yesterday, it was around 100 as I put in some biking after dropping my car off to fix a flat and heading east for pet-sitting, I managed to get a decent workout over the hills. The biking makes the heat less noticeable but it subtly rears it's head and I managed to get a bit of a head ache from the sun beating down on my noggin. There was a nice dynamic on Boyd St. as someone laid on the horn at me for riding across the intersection so they had to yield and then not a half mile down the way a nice gal said "Hi" as she walked sown the sidewalk. However, my car did make it back from the shop, the animals were fed and medicated, and I got in a jog on the grass loop since the OU football team continues to hold practice on my beloved rugby field. They have practices that are closed to the public and yet are on more open (and smaller) venues than their typical practice fields. I'll get them back by making use of their conveniently situated Gatorade coolers or something.

I heard a great piece on cheese from NPR, might as well be more in touch with the makings behind one of life's finer delectables. I will try my hand at this mark my words: fresh mozzarella, goat cheese, and maybe something a little more funky. The other big thing here is the fact that contextually cheese utilizes the same basic ingredients, so what would native Oklahoma microbes bring to the table?

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