Run for your life.

Stupid fucking dog.

A late winter torpor. Perhaps its the end of the tour Maybe it' that I am dreading my wife leaving the country next week. Maybe it's the general fucked-uppedness of the nation. And maybe it's just the snow and cold, which will not end any time in the next ten days.

1965 Playlist
Nowhere To Run - Martha & The Vandellas
Meditation - Astrud Gilberto
Shotgun - Junior Walker & The All-Stars
Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) - The Beatles
I Want To Be Your Driver - Chuck Berry
Five O'Clock World - The Vogues
Run For Your Life - The Beatles
Take Me in Your Arms (Rock Me a Little While) - Kim Weston
The Last Time - The Rolling Stones
You've Got Your Troubles - The Fortunes
I Got You (I Feel Good) - James Brown

This year, we reach back as far as 1965. Surprised to find an interesting variety of tunes in my collection to make up such a list.

Distance: 3 miles
Route: Rec Center
Mood: dealing

This morning, walking my son to the bus, I was bitten by a dog. It didn't break the skin, just a nasty abrasion and a bruise. I thought I had given fair warning, but, you know. Old man, big fucking dog.

I hate dogs. I hate all dogs. I hate your dog.

Stretches: not enough

Baseline: 178 lbs.
Today: 169 lbs. (-1.0)
Goal: 165 lbs.

Rubber Soul is the second-best Beatles album, after Revolver. Except for "Run For Your Life," which is horrible. Interesting; John writes "Norwegian Wood" about cheating on his wife, and "Run For Your Life," the most jaunty song of aggressively homicidal jealousy ever written.