Ready for bed.  Tired and surrendered to day.  So, no more to say.  I’m off to sheets, pillows, rest before early early run.  Wish there were more hours in a day, and all days.  Calm, breathing here on the floor of my home office, with my back against the couch like I did in the other room when this couch was in that room… circles, circles, I know…

Oh, if I could only get in 7 miles tomorrow morning.  I can, right?  Yes, yes…  “Get to bed!” I hear a voice somewhere here say.

Okay.

No wine tonight, the best selection I’ve made in some time.

(7/18/16)