They Laughed Their Socks Off

It's fixin' to storm. We're expecting a big rain. Right now it's grey and dark and nasty out. Best to be sitting by the fire. 

Along with 15,999 of my closest friends, I signed up for our signature local Wharf to Wharf race coming up in July. It's six miles, and my intention is to walk, not run. So I'm in training! meaning I have to add a bit each month to my daily stroll until I work up to six. This week I've been aiming for 2 1/2 miles instead of the usual two, and I'll keep going up every week. My final goal is to get to the finish line before they close the course. That seems modest enough.