the prophet neil young says in the book of tired eyes, “he tried to do his best, but he could not.” that was me. 3 miles (14:20) of strolling on the ray track. couldn’t breathe. old guy barefoot with work boots. two suspicious dogs. ominous clouds. total lack of harry potter movies. and just out of sorts. i think i need to start running out and back, so i’m forced to finish. please take my advice, open up the tired eyes. there must be another gear in here somewhere. i’ll find it.