Victimless Crimes

So Tricia the neighbor has been inducted into the early morning regime, 5:14 sharp. So far we've subsisted on walking walking walking, thoroughly enjoyed by Lance Lambert, the dog.

Lance, as it turns out, is a connoisseur of scent. When something particularly lovely (ie stinky) finds its way into his path, he stops, cups his giant soft wet hanging dog lips around it and inhales snif-snif-snif the scent through his nose into the far reaches of the back of his brain. If he were human, I believe he would be another Robert Parker.

Speaking of Parker, his Wine Spectator has rated Joseph Phelps Vineyards' Insignia 2003 the #1 wine in the world. This is only meaningful (to us) because we were trying to get some before the article came out. A few days ago Tom said to me "I think our local wine guy is holding out on me". And then, we learn of the article. We have sent a hail mary to CFO Dave Lockwood, our man in a pinch. Stay tuned.

Back to that walk. Today victim Tricia said to me, you know, despite walking every day this week I am just not feeling sore the way I thought I would. I had to agree. But you know, tonight that sore feeling kinda kicked in. Then I remembered yesterday, when I went sliding onto my patooty in the driveway first thing in the morning because I'd ventured out boldly in running shoes onto the icey blacktop.

Tomorrow, we run.