no one suspects the butterfly...

In retelling my journeys, as in making them, I do not know how to stop -- Rousseau

6.26.2003

I am home. i got home yesterday. It is hot and smoky here. Wish i had stayed. i went running thismorning. i think it was the equilvilant of smoking 10 packs a day for the last year. I also triped and got road rash. Only one car slowed down. I just got back up and continued running like nothing had happened. I was due for a fall. I haddn't fallen running in over a year. I am missing half an elbow now. when I was younger I always looked at th4e kids who didn't have scabs on their knees or scars and wondered what kind of fun they could be having if they weren't beat up at the end of the day. So, what kind of fun are you having???? Obviously not as much as me. I took a five hour nap after running. I didn't really sleep on the plane so I figure it was justified. I am thinking of going back up to Tempe tomorrow. I will see what is going on.
Love to all

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