Caveat: walking in the rain

If I didn't go on a daily walk because of rain, I think I would end up walking very little here. We had many days of perfect sunshine, but with the departure of our guests, the clouds arrived to console our solitude, and it has rained. And rained. And that is normal, here.

So I told Arthur, I was going to walk, rain or shine, every day.

He came along, but he didn't want to go as far as I did. So he turned back, and I kept going. His retreating, hunched back, gathering the rain, was a sad thing to see. In a way, it was a snapshot of mortality, there, on an empty road.

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I walked farther, counting my paces. I think, like the good Romans before me, I have about 1000 paces to a mile. So I added a 1000 paces to the trip to the first bridge and back. About to 6.5 mile on the Port Saint Nicholas Expressway.

I have been doing data entry of my own overdue tax information – I have to file for US Federal taxes for every year since 2012 – because when I got cancer in 2013, I felt other things in life were more important that US Federal tax forms which lead to neither owed money nor refunds – it's pure paperwork without purpose.

But now that I'm back in the US, I have to do it. So I'm working on it. Slowly.

This is my day, then. Here north of somewhere.

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[daily log: walking, 6km]

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