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Morning Walk Report: First crocuses of the season spotted—purple and yellow, very bright. Dogs very interested in a fellow carrying a ladder.
As for the morning’s run, sometimes one just has to gut them out. It felt really good to stop; honestly, that’s sometimes the only bloody reason to finish hauling one’s corpse at high speed.
“He does not need your help or supervision, sweetheart,” I told Miss B. The man was somewhat started, realized I was talking to my dog, gave me a sheepish smile, and carried on.