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"Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful."
- Unknown

"That which does not kill you, makes you stronger."
- Handed down through the ages.

"Life's tough. It's even tougher when you're stupid."
- John Wayne

What Day Is It?

Oh, I'm tired. But that's nothing new. It's yet another night that we've gotten home at 10:30, done chores, taken showers and are now ready to fall into bed. (Tom's been sound asleep for well over 1/2 an hour already.)

So, this is Friday's rendition of Monday's news.

The alarm went off at 6:00 a.m. on the Fourth of July but this time it was for something fun! Well, depending on your perspective, that is. To me, NOTHING is fun that requires an alarm in the morning . . . not to mention a 6:00 a.m. one. (And not that building our dream house isn't something fun to get up for, but it IS hard work.)

But, it was the annual Fourth of July trail run that is held at the other end of the county, and, while he hasn't had much time to give to training lately, Tom didn't want to miss the fun. Putting no pressure on himself to run the 10k in any certain time (he's getting wise in his old age), he had a good run and even won his age category! Or so the newspaper and race officials incorrectly reported. They shaved about 9 minutes off his time!

We actually took the entire day off, believe it or not, and didn't set foot on the property. A good, ol' greasy-spoon breakfast followed and then we were off to meet our best friends at a nearby lake. I knew exactly where the lake was, but it seems that they've moved it in the 20 years since I camped there in high school! At the very least, they changed the name of it! So, after a LOT of unplanned driving of the scenic backroads, we finally met the gang just as they were leaving (the lake we were supposed to be at). It was a bit rainy by then, anyway, so a barbeque and swimming weren't really on the docket anymore. A casual afternoon at their cabin led into heading into town for a chilly but fun viewing of fireworks over the harbor.

What I found absolutely insane about the day, though, was the fact that I drove 194.5 miles that day without ever leaving the county! Unreal.

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