Much

I like how the streak in the sky left by the jet sort of
mirrors the walkway from the dock to dry land.
Then again, I like Scrapple, so pay no attention to me.

Last Friday was the first day I could leave my son 

home alone without worrying.  

(Much.)

Although still suffering from a major sleep deficit

dating back to 2001 ,

I forced myself to leave the house

and headed down to Williams Wharf Road 

for some exercise.

(Much needed.)

In addition to everything else going on, 

there's this little thing called a half marathon

I've signed up for. In November.

I've not really practiced or run here lately.

(At all.  Much.)

This particular day, I ran eight miles. 

For the first time in my life.

Only five point one more to go before I reach

the distance of the half marathon!

(Too much.)

If this is my biggest worry, I'm happy. 

Thrilled even.

(Very much so.)

Evidently, we are in for some nasty weather today.  A text from some weather service/alert system mentioned "tornadic activity", which makes me wonder why I've never seen the word "tornadic"  appreciate these shots of calm, sunny days all the more.  

(Much like how The Bad makes you appreciate The Good in life.)

(CBW's attempts at drawing philosophical conclusions from random life events and photographs are now very much coming to a close. Thank you for your patience.)