Still waiting.
No epiphany yet.
Thighs are seemingly displeased with me and have not felt the need to inform the power of the universe that I should now be invited to join a higher plane.
In retrospect, maybe my love letter sounds too much like an apology or a justification. Maybe I need to try harder. Nah. There must be some other way to improve my karmic account.
Oh, and I ran four miles today which brings the current weekly total to 14. Fourteen more on Saturday.
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