It's the end of a subtly busy day. A long workshop this morning meant that my desk time was severely limited, engendering that sense of being just a tad behind. This afternoon, Minnesota Public Radio ran a story on my former employer; the reporter had interviewed me a few weeks ago and put a few scraps of what I said - though not my main point - into the story. So far, no flak, though I do look "devious," as a friend said, in my photo. Devious, or doped up on an extra-large iced coffee.
This evening, after a tumultuous few hours of wrestling with Genevieve (teething and overtired) and Julia (increasingly thrilled over and adept at her potty training), I went for a run in the Arb. Good weather, decent nutrition today, and energy from not having run yesterday turned it into my longest run since 1990, when I was running high school cross country. All told, it was 1:22 of constant motion over 13.5 km or 8.4 miles. I ran near a big deer, over a six-inch length of dried snakeskin, under a blue heron in flight, and through a dark grove of pine trees. I think my knees are going to hurt a bit tomorrow, but it was worth it.