Well, I still don’t give a fig about the bugs, but otherwise I feel much better. Apparently grumpiness can’t stand up to a turkey sandwich on still-warm homemade bread, a bunch of grapes and a glass of milk, and a 2.5 mile walk on a beautiful day. And my miles are getting faster: about 17 minutes a mile, instead of 19 or 20. Yay! My goal is still 15 minute miles, but I’m closer than I was!
Sweaty now. Okay, back to stupid work.