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relax, it's a controlled burn

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I'm taking a little down time from the shop that will include a visit to Taos, NM for the rest of the week. Today I was feeling a bit tired after a solid morning run, 10 hour day at the shop, and the yog home. Today Skolnick and I jogged a bit over to the track so he could time trial a 200. He didn't quite do his best but a 27 second split after just jogging over to the line literally and hitting a sprint is fine. Then I baked some cinnamon rolls and dropped our neighbor and buddy, Dalton, at work. Next was a nice jaunt on the bike. I needed to see what Lago di T-bird was looking like and since the wind was wailing out of the south, I really just had a crosswind that wasn't too obtrusive. Finally after finalizing my taxes, some reading, and a nap, I was readying myself for a second run when I noticed the Indian guys living in our apartment were up to there standard bimonthly parking lot cricket game and, shit, my car was right next to the "batters box" for lack of the true term, and just while I'm standing there this dude swings and fouls off the tennis ball right into the Matrix. So that basically made me sure that I needed to probably move my auto off of the asphalt playing field and in any case I recalled there was a gathering for my buddy Justin Lebeau and his wife to announce the gender of their child, so away I went, to spread the congrats and eat a few appropriately blue snacks in honor of a boy on the way. I knocked out the 2nd run as the sun was setting and felt pretty good ambling home. Maybe tomorrow I'll be on mountian time.

30th anniversary of the Wall

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