For some particular reason I felt like getting out of our comfy warm bed and go run. Weird, but I did. Nothing too exciting happened, I just had to watch out for the yellow ones, (they don't stop). I did however, find a shortcut to the Boston Commons Park.
The Park was beautiful, the leaves haven't turned yet, but it is cool outside, any way the funniest thing happened. I don't expect you to understand unless you have a close, personal connection with Seinfeld.
As I rounded a corner there was a flock of about thirty or so pigeons.
Automatically I thought of George and how they didn't move out of his way. Honestly, I kinda hoped for this. As expected the pigeons did fly, but not until they were under my feet.
So, there I was in a beautiful park, and it seemed as though in slow motion all of these birds were gracefully flapping around me.
It was beautiful.
And then I saw the flattened rat in the middle of an intersection. Oh well. So much for that.
School is going well, I miss USU.
Over and out