As I was slogging north along the San Antonio River this morning, I spied this fellow standing on a concrete pier:

                                 

When I came back down the trail, a couple of hours later, he was still standing in the same place. They can say "bird-brained" all they like, but as far as I can tell, he's a lot brighter than I am.

It was HUMID - about as humid as it can be without creating an epidemic of deaths by drowning. I used to live in Alabama, and as I was running along, it occurred to me - I used to run in THIS? ("Yes", I answered myself, "and, when I was running in these conditions, I was a lot faster than I am now")

It was not a fun run at all - for one thing, my GPS didn't seem to be registering correctly. Possibly because of the buildings and trees - I ran the .75 mile Nature loop at Brackenridge Park three times, and my GPS kept telling me that it was .63 miles.

So eventually I gave up and just decided to run by time, and call it 11 minute pace - sounds dang slow, but I FELT slow. I was slogging.

After the run, Ethel and I went someplace - a mission or something, where they had a battle, but I've forgotten what it was - and then we went to Mi Tierra (when you say that, say it as one word, like "Meaty Era", and roll those Rs like your tongue is attached to a washboard) for lunch. That is a great restaurant, in every way - great food, history, reasonable prices,  and great atmosphere - although the atmosphere was full of thin metallic flags:

                    

Yes, it really looked like that. Obviously this lady didn't care for the meal, but we thought it was great.    

Now Ethel's napping, and I'm considering it. I had hoped to log in to work to see if I could get something done - come to think of it, I will do that. Nothing will help me get sleepy more quickly than trying to start work at 4 in the afternoon :)