Social media tells me that everyone had a lovely Easter Weekend. Mine was quiet but just fine. I ran the Scotland 10K on Saturday and improved my pace immensely. On Sunday, I went to church where I sat behind a woman whose Easter bonnet had antlers. It was very A Midsummers Night Dream. I also ate candy for breakfast.
One thought on “NO MORE BLACK TIGHTS.”
Candy for breakfast is an old family tradition, right?