Yesterday I ran 10.77 miles. My legs hurt this morning. Today I cleaned out my car. I finished a laptop reformat and picked up a PC in Greenville. I told an old lady her machine was caput because the motherboard's capacitors were popped, leaking juice, and pretty much blown out.
I finished reading Murder on the Orient Express (Christie, 1934) and started reading Of Mice and Men. Pretty slow day. Got some writing done. Had some oyster stew. Got a little, very little writing done. Meh, another day.
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