I have now walked 2k (at least) every morning before 7 am since Saturday when I bought my boots. Paul heard me bitching about my blisters and gave me the biggest package of moleskin I’ve ever seen, and I am glad to report that my feet only hurt a teeny bit now. Also, I need better socks.
We are continuing to enjoy the reboot of Lost in Space (family friendly SF on Netflix, suitable for bingeing) and I am enjoying the current Bosch season although I’d enjoy it if the source material didn’t have ‘the ex wife dies and the killers must be caught by our intrepid cop hero’ as one of the main plot pivots. ah well.
Today since writing still feels far away: laundry and edits.
