It’s a grey day today, but the temperature was perfect for running, around 48 or so when we struck out. And there’s no denying how bucolic the landscape. We had a good run. Scout ground scored a gravel-encrusted dog turd when I wasn’t paying attention, which I had to pry out of his slobbery mouth, so there’s that. Otherwise. Photos shot from my iPhone 8.

But running always lifts my spirits and makes me feel divine. And after the poop-eating incident, Scout has a new nickname. I leave you to guess what it is. Be well.