Thanksgiving is, what, 10 days away? And Bibleburg enjoys a windless day in the mid-60s. I gave the old palantír the slip for the day and went out goofing. Screw Sauron and his deadlines. I went out and got me some vitamin D the hard way, running in Palmer Park.
Tomorrow is supposed to be even nicer — maybe a record high in the mid-70s — but the Big Eye requires my fealty, so I’ll be chained to an oar at VeloNews.com. Maybe I’ll haul the MacBook out on the deck, air out the cats.
