A little final color from the Great Forest Park Balloon race, to which we now must bid farewell. If I posted any more of this my visitors might think I'm full of hot air.*
WHAT'S SORE: my legs. This gym business can be difficult for sedentary urban types with snobby, quasi-intellectual tendencies. Seesh, a Rushdie novel and a class of port are so much more comfortable.
TOMORROW: Thursday Arch Series. Back to the weird, sort of abstract stuff.
* I'm sorry. I really do apologize. There are times when I just can't seem to control myself. Maybe I should seek professional help or buy a new lens or something.