|no...you had the extra glass of wine, honey.|
Today we rolled out of bed, made some coffee, and hightailed it to the corner to watch the annual Frank Lloyd Wright 10K. It's always fun to spectate after a busy summer slogging through Ironman training.
Meanwhile, I am near the completion of my first afghan. It's the '50s pattern that has bedevilled me for nearly a year. The piece is quite complicated, requiring constant attention and often unravelling. It's beginning to serve it's purpose now that I'm so far along.
We saw Mike, David, Paul, and a bunch of other folks. I knew that Jack might pull out due to injuries, so it was good to see him come through with big smiles. I later learned that Mike was running with Jack in order to slow him down.