I was looking forward to running outside after work all day, but my start time slipped a little with having to stop for groceries, then pick up D'Kid from work, then making a small plate of dinner for D'Wife, becuase she doesn't like to work out on an empty tummy
Even though I was staring about 45 minutes later than I had planned, dammit I was getting out there. It was getting close to sundown, so I put on my shorts & a glowy long-sleeve shirt, and got out the door [no need for lights anymore, but a reflecto-vest could've come in handy towards the end, perhaps]
I could hear Mister Softee chiming some where in the distance, as well as the whirring of the peepers in the swampy areas nearby
I was startled a bit coming down the hill that starts the last mile ... dude, I know the calendar says Mid-April, and yes, the ice cream trucks are out, but it's kinda chilly, and there still is a threat of snow lurking about, so there is no fucking need for you to run your fucking sprinklers, and NOT in the fucking dark ... that is Summertime shit, asshole
