I just let the dog out to fetch the paper. We don't get newspaper delivery anymore and why he fetches the paper is a story for another time.
The day dawned clear and bright, with just about perfect temperatures to go play on a trail someplace. A bunch await discovery and a photo log by me.
But instead, I'm going to go to work. Being self-employed I can say this with a fair degree of assurance; the boss sometimes is a jerk. He's got me working seven days this week, and long days at that.
It's putting the kibosh on my running and my writing, and I would whine more except it also finances both. Still, the inner dude wants to play and is feeling pouty.