Walks do a body good

I took a spur-of-the-moment, hour-long walk today around town. Literally.

My wife started at a new job and needed the car today for the first of several "transition days." So I walked our youngest to school (typical), and kept going to work (a whole 100 yards or so further: it's right next door to the school). I dropped my backpack in my office and decided to walk down the street to get some coffee at the local Mobil convenience store.

Several construction trucks and a backhoe were digging up the property of several trailer homes across the street. Coffee in hand, I trotted across to ask what was going on. They're connecting water and sewer for two of the homes and laying new pipe for four new homes.

Having now learned something new for the day, I headed back to work. But I kept going. I remembered I had to go to the bank, so I walked the mile or so to the bank. Took care of that. But I decided to not return the same way, and ended walking a route that circumambulated the lower side of town. [Never thought I'd ever use that word, circumambulated.]

Go back to work an hour later. Quiet walk. A couple of cement and demp trucks. A babbling brook. A gray sky with the sun barely easing through a translucent veil of clouds. Lots of thoughts along the way.

I may try this again.