After a combined four miles of walking to take my car to the shop and then pick it up after (after nothing had been done, that is), it was time to go downtown and get ready to take our latest pre-parade attraction out on the route. By the time we were back in the office with yet MORE food in front of us, I think I'd walked six to eight miles total.
This is why I'm supposed to get in shape *BEFORE* the festival!
I know it's time to do something drastic, like get a newer one, but I'm so stubborn about it. I really don't have time to deal with it right now. But I guess I don't have a choice.
The weather broke on Friday and was gorgeous yesterday, but today is supposed to bring more rain. We haven't had two straight dry days since May 15-16!
I didn't close the blinds in my office last night, and Charlie and I got quite a few 'treats' as people streamed past the windows. She managed to get shots of 'nipple guy' and 'dick guy.' (Both nice looking young men, by the way, using the term "nice" in the aesthetic sense.)
And, of course, in the meantime, I'm watching Rafa employ his slice backhand to try to flummox the big Swede.
I think it's gonna be a looong, tense final (at least for me)!