When a plane lands in the early hours, it is common for its occupants to be jolted awake. This can also be true of the occupants of a bed hundreds of miles away. It depends alot on the landing gear – whether it is down or not.
It might appear unrelated, but I awoke in my bed this morning because a plane was landing far away. I knew this because air traffic control told me so. They mentioned it because of the landing gear.
Not the landing gear of this plane. The one yesterday. Pilots and people were worried – and I had turned on the live stream to listen in.
I also *paused* this live stream when I was quite finished. But ho! My phone decided, on its own, to turn it back on this morning in lieu of my alarm.
And thus five minutes. Because for three hundred long seconds all pilots were mute. Thankfully, somebody thought it best to mention he was inbound. And I awoke.
3.3 miles. Running late.
Days 4 through 9 were fine. One day I came upon two deer up to their kneecaps in pond water. On another I watched a ferocious whirlpool turn fresh to salt. And then there was the hidden hill of mortality that jumped me on Rt 92. My life expectancy is much reduced.
Next up… A weekend off for a motorcycle ride with Dad.
The work days are long, nights are short, and mornings early. Day 3 for another 30 mins.
2.93 miles.
Sorely reaping the sown seeds of slack.
Trundled.
2.64 miles – 30 mins.
Finally set an early alarm and got out again for a jog. Enjoyed it so much I bought $10 stop watch.
There was a good reason that vintage microwave oven was still sitting there.
It cost me $5 and a hurt back taking it to the dump. Then I aggravated the pain trying to move a box of files. This all happened Thursday.
By this morning all seems well. Got out for four at five thirty.
Got out for the run in much cooler temps than came upon us by noon.
Your cat.
Not your cat.
3 miles today. And yesterday. And the day before.
One of the pleasures of moving from one town to another is transporting a gaggle of cats 45 miles. Two blocked my view and one tried to help drive. The old man of the crew, Chris, just sat and gave direction.
They’ve adjusted nicely except for a noticeable increase in neediness. And unfortunately, they quickly located which window is the bedroom window from the outside.
Last night, in what was surely a gentle rainfall, they stood post and sung the song of their people until I let them in.
3 miles. Early start.
Meanwhile, a few pounds later, I finally got out for a jog. That was today. I’m not counting my five mile attempt a few days ago. That’s because I had chosen the hottest day ever to carry my carcass around the blueberry loop. It took a long, long time.
3 miles today in cooler weather. It felt good. Goal is to slowly get back into shape and stay injury free. If I attain those two things, I should be able to lose the amazing amount of weight I have collected. I should be hibernating.
Lisa & I moved to Machias. The commute is, oh, an hour less – which makes the drive, oh, about 5 minutes. Amazing the amount of stuff I can get done.
And in closing, here is a photo of Whitey Bulger and a rock that’s shaped like a foot.
Downeast Running 
