Washed Away

          It was a largely unproductive Sunday; I slept from noon to 6 p.m. My evening was consumed by TF2. Late at night, I went for a run on my new customary route: up Fisher, around New England Baptist, up and over the incline on Parker Hill, and down through the darkness in the park path, smothered by trees. It was wet and chilly out -- perfect for running. I think I'm falling in love with our neighborhood.