I Forgot!
What did I forget? That there is no rulebook, that's what. I've had a bad case of the Holiday Season Blues, baby. Seems like every other thought I've had lately has been addressed to my own self and has started out with you should... or, you shouldn't... or, you ought to... or, you ought not... or, you're not right or, you're wrong... or.... Happy geese playing on a spillway near the I-580 / I-680 junction. No one told them geese shouldn't play. You get the idea. For days I've felt like there's a whole boatload of restrictions on that malfunctioning, annoying person who is me. They're all written in a large, forbidding book somewhere, I'm sure--but I can't find that darned book. So how did I come to the realization that I can't find it because it doesn't exist? I had an epiphany, a real doh! moment when, of course, I was on a run. I went out about 7 am today (haven't been able to get out as early as I'd like du...