A really good walk

Last night a thunderstorm woke me up. Or maybe it was Miss Sadie, shoving her nose under the covers. She does not like thunderstorms. Well nuts, I thought. This is going to make for a gloomy little 5k. But what the heck. I patted a corner of the bed for Miss Sadie, rolled over, and went back to sleep. This morning I woke up again—thank goodness, at my advanced age you can never be sure of these things—and it was foggy. Then it rained. Then the sun came out, and emails came in from various quarters, and the next thing you know, there we were, assembling at the Day Park.