Muggy, just like back home in Philly

It's been so long since I was active outside in a high-humidity region, I almost forgot just how unpleasant it can be. With the threat of rain all day, I still managed to get in 5.6 miles of walking today. I was soaked to the skin from walking in the thick air, but also sweetly reminded of my childhood home, walking down Longridge and running into friends - I even collected two hugs!

I feel just fine, my legs are doing what they're supposed to be doing, my knee is quiet, the drainage continues but I don't feel that at all. I put myself in a very colorful ensemble, and was noticed and complimented. That's always feels so nice, that people notice.

I think the idea that a couple about to separate are in services together (although not sitting together, where we worship the men and women are divided by a short wall), speaking nicely to each other, well, it's not something these folks have seen before. Interesting . . . and heartening.

Tomorrow my family and I are being honored by Jewish Family and Children's Services in San Francisco for doing Chicken Soupers for 18 years continuously.

I guess I'll get my walking in before 3.