Here’s the house I was talking about the other day. It was still foggy Friday evening when I went for a run (with my phone), but nothing like that day.
It got dark fast, and I found myself at the bottom of a steep hill, so I trudged up to the top and back to the house. Not that house. John’s parents’ house. It wasn’t my greatest run, but boy, was it necessary. The food, guys. It’s nuts.
(Also, I’m ready to go home. Every holiday has to come to an end.)