My arm’s itchy, at least. The bit that’s got a scab that’s disappearing after it struck the oak dishwasher front i’m making that was in the vice having a joint cut but helped save me a worse fate while overbalancing off my trestle while getting a bit of wood from the garage roof for another unrelated job. It’s only a small mark, but a disproportionate irritation.
Just like me.
After an evening out with old friends, today saw a brief motorbike ride, a trip to the shops and quite a lot of chainsaw action while Cathy was feeling poorly. The heat put my run off and off and off until, at 8.45, I went for a slow run. I wasn’t sure how far until, at the 2.5 turn-off, the crepuscular rays showing over the stratocumulus on the near horizon encouraged me to carry on for the 3.55 route.
Hot, 20 seconds slower than the same run on Friday, 6 seconds slower than yesterday, but Juneathon done again.
A shower of rain last night and back to work tomorrow. Hey, ho.
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