In fact, I ran a lot in my life, metaphorically. But not now. I have become stationary, it seems. And. . . then?
What I'm listening to right now.
John Prine, "Speed of the Sound of Loneliness."
Lyrics.
You come home late and you come home early
You come on big when you're feeling small
You come home straight and you come home curly
Sometimes you don't come home at all
[Chorus:]
So what in the world's come over you
And what in heaven's name have you done
You've broken the speed of the sound of loneliness
You're out there running just to be on the run
Well I got a heart that burns with a fever
And I got a worried and a jealous mind
How can a love that'll last forever
Get left so far behind
[Chorus]
It's a mighty mean and a dreadful sorrow
It's crossed the evil line today
Well, how can you ask about tomorrow
We ain't got one word to say
[Chorus]
[Ending:]
You're out there running just to be on the run
You're out there running just to be on the run
You're out there running just to be on the run
[daily log: walking, 2 km]