This was not the best of mornings.
After walking in the door about midnight after a long day of west-to-east flying home from Seattle, I didn’t want to get up early. When I did, I didn’t want to go on my walk, and after sucking it up and heading out the door, I didn’t want to pick up trash because, after a week away I knew what would be awaiting me.
And it was.
It didn’t take long to get back in the groove; i.e. a profanity now and then (then again, Coors Light and Bud Light cans, Coca Cola cups and Deer Park water bottles will bring out the worst), plus the expected finds of assorted polystyrene and dozens of other shards of plastic. (Unexpected was the lid to a large Rubbermaid bin.)
It’s good to be back. Too bad so many ‘old friends’ were waiting for me.