It was a busy day and a wet day, but I dragged myself into my running gear just in time for the skies to open. I waited it out before trotting around the neighborhood at twilight. 4.33 miles killed off one of the remaining sub-four daily records, and also one of the sub-five cumulative-milage days. Hurrah for life's little triumphs.
The week as a whole wasn't anything to write home about.
The Avatar continued south on Highway B through tiny St. Thomas, Missouri.
Audio: I started... something. One of the Ngaio Marsh detective novels. I wasn't really paying much attention to it. That happens sometime. I might start again from the beginning.