If I am not mistaken, and I often am about this, I once again missed the “anniversary” of my father’s passing yesterday. He has been dead for twenty-three years? Whoa.
On a brighter note: Yesterday I realized that my self-improvement time needed a catchy name; introducing “The Wee Hours” for the time each day (hopefully) that I carve out to do projects that interest me.
I have to keep in mind that footwear is an important part of staying uninjured, okay less injured. Yesterday’s four miles of walking in Chuck Taylors, perhaps just this pair of Chuck Taylors, rubbed my pinky toes in the wrong.
Dinner at Betsy’s was a delicious split pea soup. This was perhaps the first time that I have eaten split pea soup.