How to conquer the world.

I may not have all (or any) answers, but I know I’m the happiest when these feet are tired.

….when the fog does little to hide it

….when the winter sun makes me forget what a wuss I am without my fleece

…and when I get to call this my most important meal of the day.

Thanks for the sunshine today, Washington.
Herbert, thanks for the tour. Your mother is a saint; something my unholy self needed to hang around. And Bruce, you’re insane.

INSANE.

I loved every second of it.