A day of rest (or at least a rest from running–still did my stretching and strengthening). Well deserved after my 12 mile effort yesterday.
The big question on my mind though: is it a bad sign when the clerk at the enormous chain beer store tells you: “hey, that’s not the kind of beer your husband likes!” when you’re going through the cash-out?
A trifle worrisome…that the clerk knows our beer preferences. Somehow it feels different when the barista knows your coffee order.
Food (rather, drink?) for thought.