We're moving on the first of August.  We've been here for several years now, and I'm a little bummed about moving away from my familiar running routes.  It seems a little ridiculous to miss them, but I think I will.

One good thing about being unemployed is that I was the one who had time to scout out a new pad.  We'll be renting a nice little house, and it looks like an ideal place to run.  Is it silly that this was one of my major criteria?  

We won't be living out in the country anymore, so I'm not going to run past cows (or elephants) on my new routes.  I suppose I'll get used to it.

This morning I startled a herd of deer.   They bounded away from me, although I consider myself an implausible threat.  It would be nice to think of myself as running with the deer in some sort of kinship, but my imagination just won't stretch that far as I labor uphill.  Still, it was a pretty sight, watching the deer bound off into a misty field.  

I'm going to miss them.