Flashes of Panic

Here, I could do a cheeky little parody of Langston Hughes’ A Dream Deferred, but somehow…

Due to my dislocation from my usual kitchen cabinets, I’m foraging for food a bit more than usual. And, if you’ll recall, I have a plan for Girl Scout Cookies.

Not having run much since, oh, the end of May, I haven’t hit any more milestones. So, I foraged into the cookies after lunch.

The fifty-five-mile-week box was being colonized by ants.

That’s what happens when you can’t pursue your goals.

Now playing: Rare, Precious And Gone from Still Burning by Mike Scott