My house is a shrine to single socks. For some reason, it’s the expensive running socks that seem to get separated from one another. Never the cheap-o, ten-per-pack knock-around-the-house socks. Only the nice, padded ones. Eventually, the missing sock does (usually) turn up, stuck to something else, courtesy of static cling. I had one sock,Continue reading “Land Of Lost Running Socks And Planning The Next Season (!)”
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Love Thy Neighbor…Do Laundry For Them
I know. It’s a dangerous thing to suggest any kind of social interaction in these terrifying times. But allow me to explain. I was coming back from a run yesterday and noticed a strange car at my neighbor’s house. Their front door was open and the car’s doors were open. This was not the firstContinue reading “Love Thy Neighbor…Do Laundry For Them”
Old Is Serious...Aging Is Hilarious 