Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Touching from a distance.

Butcher Billy
Friday they expect a high of seventy. And then winter blows in for the weekend. It's nice to have that kind of warning, especially when it means getting additional runs in.

It also means making time to bring the deck furniture, bring up the awning, clear the yard of stuff. Pack up summer, pack up fun.

You know. Forever.

Okay, that was dire. Time to move.

Distance: 3.3 miles
Route: Forest Hill Run
Temperature: 48°
Climate: cool and overcast
Weight: 168 lbs. (+0.5)
Goal: 165 lbs.
Mood: pissed

Wondering what will become of my daughter as she begins her high school years, which will be overshadowed by the Trump administration.

Artists tend to react strongly to fascists, and while some in this country (not a majority) would take offense to that description, if you look at his rhetoric that is the platform he chose. Peace through strength. Sit down and shut up.

She says she wants her septum pierced. Once I would have objected to that, but who knows? The Thatcher Era created the punk scene, and her parents do go on about how the late seventies was the very best time in music.

No Love Lost Playlist
No Love Lost - LCD Soundsystem
Transmission - Joy Division
Ceremony - New Order
Run, Run, Run - Velvet Underground
White Light, White Heat - Velvet Underground
Rusholme Ruffians - The Smiths

Into the dark. Actually not a wallower, just wanted something aggressively pessimistic today. Then I get to spend the rest of my day bringing light into the world.

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