Also day-making: getting up at six to shred. I'm hungry, I'm sore and tight all over, and I feel excellent. If I can pull this off for twenty-seven more days, I will be so proud. (And then I start over with Level 2.)
I was going to write something completely different, and then I got sidetracked by Bruce Springsteen. Faolan Oreas Allar belongs to Foof. Djahne is mine.
Oh my lord that could benefit from editing, but I'm making a pact with myself that I have to get the words out, no more editing than the transition from paper to typeset. At least, not until a week later.