Therapy on the hoof.

In the lot.

Five for two laps around the outer loop. Four for laps. 8.4 miles made good.
Lot of good mumblechatter.
Open House and Slice had a bad case of “Zoom,” but I don’t know how to make the letters lean to the right to convey speed. Same for “flame trails like some dumb white trash” (if you remember the quote).

No time. Also no bagels, which is on me next week.

Manniversary; pool party; work party at Deuce’s house.

Done.