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Well, I made it to the top of Mt. Lafayette again bit I'm paying for it now.
I felt some things in my left knee rub together that kind of shouldn't so I kept most of my weight on my right. Almost lost the use of that hip on the way down.
Still, it was a beautiful day for it. It's just too bad the girls backed out...or maybe not. It's probably all good that they didn't see me in sweaty misery come to think about it.
Polished off "Nothing's Sacred" by Lewis Black. Funny read. He's definately this generation's George Carlin.
I'm looking forward to catching The Radiators this Friday at the Ocean Mist in RI.