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Apparently my red blood cells are pickin' up the pace now, my second wind has dropped back to about a mile and a half. Once I get there I can trot along with my tonge hangin' out the side of my mouth like a contented puppydog. Ten K plus a cool down lap is almost easy now[operative word is almost].

My Savignon Blanc vines came in Thursday, they're soakin' now so tomorrow we dig their new home. Lots of rain this year so far, so I'm optimistic about this years growth. Wine in five[years].

Been listening to some vintage Heavy D lately. Sounds even better now than when it was on MTV, very tight harmony, and people that can actually sing! Not much of that around in the last few years. I think my ears have been punked out, thus the complete genre change. Pink Martini, Hey Eugene still works well for a peaceful interlude from and to anything[where else can you get five different correctly spoken languages on one album]. And no, all Hillbillys do not listen to C&W. Much too poppy these days, almost as bad as Indie. Need to lusten to Ludacris a bit more to form an opinion, so far it appears to be high quality stuff.

Again, it's late, go to bed