Monthly Archives: September 2020

“There are no wrong notes; just the note that you follow with.” — What Gordon Sumner says Kenny Kirkland taught him — I forgot to mention to Mo before we got married that I love jazz. Or at least I … Continue reading →

“I’ve seen the needle and the damage done a little part of it in everyone.” — the prophet Young — I have to get two more shots on Wednesday. This would not have been so bad back in my drinking … Continue reading →

“It is good to be alone, for solitude is difficult;that something is difficult should be one more reason to do it.”—  Rainer Maria Rilke— It’s nice to sneak out for a couple of miles. The quiet of the bird park; … Continue reading →

I got a hole in my shoe today. When you can’t really run, you cling to any sign you’re making progress. A glimmer of improving pace or mileage or sunburn. But nothing says miles in the bank like getting a … Continue reading →

“I’m dead and I don’t know it.” — the prophet randy newman — Luckily hemoglobin sounds like goblin. This explains why I can’t run. It doesn’t explain what’s wrong. Yay! More tests! No run today, so that I could properly … Continue reading →