Six degrees ain't much of a separation

Went running this morning when the temperature was 6 degrees.

But you were right there with me. We weren't separated at all.

Like you:
- I stayed up to watch the Jets entertain (tease?) us and almost win.

- Felt the drag of Monday (which is clinically proven to be the hardest day to get out of bed).

- Saw it was dark.

- Noted that, yeah, it was mightily cold.

About the only thing that tried to separate us was consciousness. You had dreams gliding through your head; I had endorphins hurdling through mine.

And yet, I could feel the encouragement, well-wishes, high-fives, the atta-boys, the "yes you can" and the occasional "go get 'em."

Thank you for your support.

And thanks for reading down here.