sped on 95. excited dog peed on concrete, whacked tail on the iron gate, bled on my forearm, nice to see you too. worked opposites thursday.
woke up early to jog along the schuylkill (dutch, hidden creek), matthew uncharacteristically awake, suited by sunrise. he lectured union leaguers on health benefits structures, we met after for kenyan coffee, hot salt japanese noodles, biked back to fairmount. i checked more numbers, part of the life, drank indian pale ales up to my line, scooped gummy bears into my frozen yogurt before falling asleep with the october windows open. he cooked brunch before crisp morning hike along wissahickon (lenape, catfish creek) and i revolved back inside the beltway by saturday sunset.
kept this up for ten years.