I ran a few miles with some of my sweet relatives. Nothing much to speak of. I am...ashamed. I am felling a little bit rebellious about running for some reason. Like running has been some kind of escape, but now it is starting a little tiny bit to be one of the dreaded things I "have" to do. Hmmm. Probably just a little nervous. Oh yea, and that's the other glorious thing I have going on. I have a Texas-sized cold sore--this is a reliable outward expression of stress for me. I don't mind so much the stinging and swelling--it is the little kids running away screaming at the sight of my monstrous crusty lip that upset me. Merry Christmas! Here is a picture by AMAZING sidewalk painter Julian Beever expressing my Christmas wish...
Here is the same picture from the side view. See--I told you he is amazing! He has tons of other cool stuff too!
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