6am. And I’m off out the door. I’m running.
Beautiful morning. 66° F. So slight a breeze. Sun’s up. Birds in symphony. God couldn’t have designed it better.
Mental Check: all clear. No mist, fog or clouds. All pistons firing.
iTunes set on shuffle. 10,000+ songs rattling around.
(When did I collect so many songs, and the real question is why? Packrat. And here I am annoyed and banging on the forward button…missing the button…fat fingers…Apple’s too small screen…sweat dripping all over the iPhone…banging again…trying to cycle through the nastys to get to the gems…can’t break my stride…now sweat burning my eyes because I’m looking down to get to the right song…must be the hair gel from last night…chemicals likely peeling off my cornea…all because I can’t bear to throw anything away…or better yet, because I’m too lazy to make a playlist for running…ok…there…Santana…good beat…now pick up the pace…look up…get back in stride. Why do you get so annoyed with the little things? Now laughing at myself. Be happy you can run you idiot…)
My Uncle. 
