perhaps you should leap thatta way.
3 miles. I got stopped twice to give directions. I wasn't even wearing my "I give directions" running shirt.
During the week I'm, you know, writing.
I am not amazed that there are so many Friends fans out there. I think it's the Number One sitcom in the US, and it's fairly popular around the world.
No, I'm amazed that there are so many people who are, like me, somewhat ashamed of liking the show. We definitely need to form "Friends Anonymous."
Rain's finally started falling here. I'd begun to wonder if we were going to skip winter all together this year, after last year's deluge. A few weeks ago temperatures even got into the 80s for a few days, which made me wonder if we were going to go straight from chilly and dry to, say, summer. But the rain's finally arrived.
The best thing is, it only comes at night. The days are cloudy (often with some mean-looking clouds) but no rain. The rain starts after midnight, winds up around 7. It's incredibly polite rain, just the way inclement weather should be.
Well, maybe not for anyone who has to be out on the roads in the wee morning hours when it's both dark and rainy.
One bummer is that there are so many puddles on the road. Los Angeles: not known for paving residential streets particularly well. I don't mind puddles -- I'm an aware jogger, I can go around the puddles. But it seems that every single car coming down the road not only cannot avoid the puddle but in fact heads for it. And due to some extremely strange law of the universe, the car hits the puddle at exactly the right speed and placement so as to endanger the jogger (or, at least, the jogger's sense of self-worth). So I'm constantly making huge swoops out of the way of car/puddle combinations.
My sister reports she had a hard time finding the Israel entries from the main page. Is it really not obvious?
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