Cold front down South, sketch
– Whoa! I can’t feel my feet no more. Cold must be git’n to me. – It’s the hypothermia, bub’. Have another one.
– Whoa! I can’t feel my feet no more. Cold must be git’n to me. – It’s the hypothermia, bub’. Have another one.
– Gosh! Everyone’s so friendly here down south! – I know! They must be like totally into riding.
Let me drop a comment about my morning run. Not because anything of particular interest happened, but simply because it gives me the opportunity to mention it. That I went for a run. In the AM. If this was Facebook, I could have posted a snapshot of the sunrise, along with the caption ”Splendid running…
– Running … It’s a mental exercise!
La meg raskt nevne morgenens løpetur. Ikke fordi det skjedde noe spesielt, men fordi det ga meg sjansen til å si det. At jeg tok en løpetur. Tidlig om morgenen. På Facebook kunne jeg postet et bilde av soloppgangen med bildetekst “Fine løpeforhold klokka fem i dag!” Sånt gjør nemlig Face-vennene mine. Kontaktlisten min er…
– All tails should have a happy ending.
Moving someplace totally new is a funny thing. At first you notice everything that is different, from strange-looking birds to unfamiliar store brands. Then, gradually, you build your routines and before long you think you got it all covered. But every now and then, something pops up to bite you in the ass and remind…