By all accounts, today has been a good day. Early this morning, I forced myself, and was successfully in the forcing, to change into running gear and head towards the park for a ‘slow run.’
I discovered that the 30-minute run was good for my cough; it vanished in all that time. Then I stopped running, and the cough, as if on cue and like a bad addiction, started up.
It was the kind of grey day that I love to love. Still, I reached for the H-hour watch, and as I strapped on the old worn leather, I felt better.
I also found a golden key.