Got out of the house just after 9 this morning...felt that if I didn't run out the door and get to the W&OD that I never, ever would. I was doing a run to DC later in the day to deliver food to the parents. It was a really cool morning...all foggy and damp. Here I was thinking I would have the trail to myself and I got to my exit (Rt 704) and found 6 cars hogging the parking strip. I squeezed my car in on the end anyway, barely off the road itself. Dogs, dogs and walkers. A few bikers too. But there were fewer the longer I walked. I must have picked a time when folks were still going for their morning exercise or New Year's resolutions or whatever. The llamas were out, all 9 of them, up by the fence. So I said hello. They actually checked me out today, very cool. And I just kept going. Up into the pass and back, 5 miles. And it felt like 5 miles or maybe a bit better than 5 miles. It's just great to feel like me again.
And except for a phone call smack in the middle of my walk, I was happily working on my story. Not that I've been given any time since then to type or anything. That would be asking too much. But rattle, rattle, rattle in my teensy brain. What to do with Peaseblossom and Cumin and the Mouse King. Never mind. It's my secret for now.