I pottered around with fencing work and thistle digging yesterday but I couldn't keep myself engaged in the work.
I wasn't feeling all that great, kind of worn out and dopey from the heat.
On top of that my Dad is going through a pretty rough patch. He's got a medical condition that isn't the best or the worst thing to have but has been very hard on him. Hopefully on Tuesday they'll be able to do something for him.
Dad's malady is weighing heavily on us all.
With my mind stuck in an idiot loop yesterday working with sharp and pointy things wasn't the best option, so I opted to put on the sneakers and do some road work. I "power" walked 6.5 miles with respectable (for my age cohort) splits of about 14 minutes per mile. Felt good to blow the cobs out.
Part of my route was along Highway 30, the "Fabulous Lincoln Highway." Several people stopped to offer me a ride. It's always a bit amusing to see the look on some faces when they realize I'm walking on purpose!
|Lodgepole Creek choked with bullrushers.|
|Why am I walking? Got something to do with where choo-choo go!|
Sparky the shop kitty seems to love his life.
Six-tenths of rain last night; swarmed by gnats this morning. There are worse things.