Please. Don't confront me with my failures.

Perhaps a little exercise? I will be on my own the next 48 hours, as the wife returns the boy to Cincinnati. Thanksgiving is done, the holidays have begun. Four years ago (no, not three as I almost typed) this was the beginning of the end for our mother. And yet, here was are. Our lives continue. Is that rude?

Distance: 3.1 miles

Duration: 30:12
Pace: 9:44

Instead of blogging, I have been reading. Not as much as I would like to, but is it ever? Finished Yellowface by R.F. Kuang this morning. Outrageous and compelling. 

Route: 3.1 miles

Temperature: 42°
Climate: overcast & cool

Mood: anxious

 
Stretches: yes

Water: no. seriously? fuck. no.