Wow. I was hit with a virus and sick for three weeks. Still have a lingering cough that makes me sound like a 5-pack-a-day smoker. I’ve gotten a lot of reading done, but my progress on training for the Soldier Field 10-mile race in May slowed quite a bit. During day two of the illness, my birthday, when I thought it was a 24-hour thing I was getting over, I went on a short 3-mile run. I spent the next week in bed. But I’m back on my feet now (if a big wheezy)…and so is the hat.
 This guy lives about a mile and a half from my place. I think of him as Mr. Potato Turd. |
 The courtyard of Beyond Design. What they do there is beyond me, but the fountain is pretty and they have stalks of wheat on their gate. |
 A harbinger of green beer and drunken revelry. The sign says, “St Pats Weekend Giant Party” |
 My local greasy spoon. Pancake anyone? |
