Third rescue, second nap of the day
Update from the house: adopted our third rescue this weekend — Banjo
already runs the house 🐶, and the older two have already accepted
their fate. He found the good spot on the couch in under an hour. Bold
move for day one.
Sundays are for suffering (affectionately)
Bills Mafia for life. Through every single heartbreak. That's the deal
I signed up for growing up outside Buffalo, and I'm not renegotiating
it now just because the front office keeps finding new ways to test us
in January.
Chicago, done
Chicago Marathon #3 in the books — 3:48 and a new PR. Legs are toast,
heart is full. Already eyeing a fall block for next year; apparently
three is a pattern now, not a phase.
Golf remains undefeated
Terrible round at Bethpage Black this weekend, but the back nine view
never gets old. Shot a number I'm not writing down here, but the walk
was worth the drive up.