Sometimes, all the running is worth it. I only wish the Ragin' Mrs. was here to share it with me. Ah well. I'll be back home tomorrow for another adventure.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Now is the time when we relax
The mission is over, although I don't fly home until tomorrow morning. I'm sitting outside my hotel with a Devil's Weed and a Quilter's Irish Death. The cigar rocks. The beer rocks even harder. The sun is going down over the Puget Sound.
Sometimes, all the running is worth it. I only wish the Ragin' Mrs. was here to share it with me. Ah well. I'll be back home tomorrow for another adventure.
Sometimes, all the running is worth it. I only wish the Ragin' Mrs. was here to share it with me. Ah well. I'll be back home tomorrow for another adventure.
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