Returning to the deserted stretch of highway between Primm and Jean that once linked LA to Las Vegas, I enjoyed a 9-mile run in peaceful solitude. The motorist who passed me going 90 mph didn't notice the "Road Closed" sign. He was waiting at the dead end as I was arriving to park & run. "How do you get back on the highway." I pointed back 5 miles to Jean. He'd have to drive 10 miles total for ignoring the sign.
Before going to Cypresse's yoga class, I relaxed with John Grisham's The Testament. The lead character has just completed a 4-month stay at a $1,000-per day rehab clinic. Three days later he survives a small plane crash in the Bolivia jungle. Returning to his hotel he cleans out his mini bar of 4 beers in short order then buys two full-size bottles of vodka and almost drinks himself to death. That reminds me, I've made it more than 3 months without a drink and I didn't have to pay $1,000 a day. And 11 months from today I'll be entitled to a frosty beverage, but I don't think I'll ever drink like I did before. Certainly not like Grisham's troubled character. BS 105 after run & yoga.
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