Home again.

6 miles around my Mom's house.

I had ordered a pair of shoes earlier this week, and since I didn't know if they'd get to my house before I left for sunny Florida, I had them sent right here. When, I got here, I asked my mom where my shoes were, and she said she didn't know what I was talking about. But I've known her for almost exactly 30 years now, so I said, "I read your book. I know you wrapped them, and plan to give them to me for my birthday." I saw that one coming. I guess she knows me pretty well too.

Listening to: Itzhak Perlman and Yo Yo Ma - Dvorak's Humoresque

Keith.