Today is the day that Michelle and I celebrate as Life Day. The accident that so totally upended and transformed my life occurred on May 22, 1993—24 whole years ago, in a different century and millennium. The following picture ran in the next day's newspaper ... I saw it several months later, after I had come out of my two-month coma.
On top of it being Life Day, there was a good cooling breeze going (15 mph from the west southwest), and a plethora of projects I wanted to tackle awaited me. Accordingly, I cut myself a large amount of slack today, and just did one easy, slow round trip to Marsh Park, completing the 10 miles in 1:15. Happily, I enjoyed ample sunshine; it was 54° when I began (at 10:15), and 60° when I finished.
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