No run.  Just coffee, time with son.  Feeling yesterday’s seven miles, legs and lungs a bit.  Texted wife, still upstairs with little Emma, “TIME TO RUN!”, as she requested yesterday, last night several times that I help motivate her to hit pavement early, get in a run before I leave for work.  Sip again, slow to wake.  Definitely feel the seven–  actually 7.5.  Making myself move this morning, though.  Stay in the creative mood and mode.