When Dexter is not out in the morning, this is Tigger’s job. He didn’t get the squirrel today but he got a raven yesterday . . . nailed him. On the way to Woodstock I think . . . the raven was either sick, stupid or arrogant, all potentially fatal. There is a dent in the grill of Tigger’s new car, to commemorate this rare occurrence.
Oh yes . . . Skipper showed for coffee around 7:00a when we were all leaving. Sorry Steve.
So . . . on my run today, I was doing math in my head and talking to God. Perhaps I was a bit over zealous when I put yesterday’s challenge at 20 times a month. Today, . . . out of pure concern for the rest of you, I have decided to reduce the size of the gauntlet and suggest that our target should be . . . ummm . . . let me see . . . let’s say 16 times a month without prejudice to distance covered.
So that’s my final offer . . . unless my run/prayer time produces something additional tomorrow.