SATURDAY

Energy to spare today. I couldn't seem to make myself get tired.

Walked 13 miles along the Chisholm Trail. Saw cranes and ducks galore. Lots of families with their kids. Tried to create a statistic for who does and does not return "hellos" on the trail.

Based on my very loose "research", elderly people are the most friendly category (or stereotype, if you must). Adults (20ish-40ish) tend to try to be "cool", or appear occupied with their own endeavors. Teens are the worst. And children are either gushingly friendly, or understandably cautious about talking to strangers.

These observations may be unique to the area. In other parts of the world, the elderly might chase you with clubs while the teens bathe your feet in fragrant oils.

Still energetic, I went to the Witchy Woods and blazed a trail past Junk Hill, Guapo Gulch, and all those other places named for my friends. The sun was westering and the shadows were growing long. Cool breeze. Loads of energy. Couldn't stop.

Bought a new desk calendar at Office Depot, and some cheap blue jeans at Old Navy.

Right now, I am working out as I write this missive. It's like this: do a set, write a paragraph, do a set, write a paragraph -- ad infinitum.

Whew! Just blasted away with the bent curl bar; concentrated curls on the little padded thingy. Mmm. Hurts so bad, but it feels so good.

Tomorrow I am going to buy a pedometer to see how far I am really walking, instead of having to guestimate all the time. Maybe I'll wear it at w-

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Sorry. On vacation. Can't say that word.