The great funk escape

funk

Yeah, right.  Like sour milk. Not that I’m in a funk – not at all.  In fact, I’m in a good space and have been for days since the weatherman promised cooler fallish temperatures this week.

They arrived this morning and I pulled on my walking shoes for the first time since 2013 and set out for a walk.  I even took my walking pole (to look like a purposeful walker). It was still dark so I didn’t bother to primp-up which also insured no bad guys would try to attack – they would likely run the opposite direction..

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