I headed out to the library to return some stuff. It had just snowed a few inches and was still coming down. I love being the first tracks on fallen snow. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it feels a bit more exploratory. But it caused me to take streets I knew would be untraveled. I love to look back and see those two little tracks interweaving with one another.
After that, I had one more errand to run. A buddy is out of town for the week and wanted me to turn his Christmas lights on so people wouldn't know he was gone (hopefully they don't read this blog. I don't have too many friends. You could easily find out who it is :))
I stopped by, plugged in the lights and meandered back to the house, once again taking lots of detours. I have no idea what my mileage was. I was gone for an hour or so and I did build up a bit of a sweat. All I know is that it was worth it and it did the trick. I cam home and Angie said, "You should always listen to me when I suggest that you go for a ride. You're mood is so much better." Apparently, I was a better man for getting out.
Get out there.