Didn’t log 5 miles as I’d hoped.  But got out there… 5k ran, then walked a mile.  Fuck it, I’ll take it.

Uncle gets here in a little over an hour.  Planning the weekend.  Wine tasting and dinner with CZ tomorrow, but not till a fishing mission with Uncle Stevie.  Bought a fishing license this morning.  Never done that before.

Man at Walmart that sold it to me was surprisingly old, couldn’t hear well, and had to be reminded what today’s date was versus tomorrow’s.  Felt bad for him, then frustration took hold toward myself for feeling that way.

“Who are you to feel sorry for him?  Maybe he’s content?  You’re being judgmental..”

Wanted to note what I thought, and how reactive I was with this character.  He didn’t frustrate me, and maybe feeling bad for him is the not so accurate way of penning what I felt, but I know I saw him.

Felt his age, thought about him and time.  Me, and my time.  Who is further than the other, that kind of thing.