Day 4,310—I Hope you Marry Rich—
The snow is almost gone. I can almost see the grass. Even the sidewalks are bare in the center. Still, I am running on the street. Just hoping that the cars and trucks notice me. Most of them turn a little to the right when they see me approaching with my light. I almost tripped. I almost fell in the spot where the excess water is supposed to go. I thought about that time years ago. Where I did the same thing. I remember the semi roaring by. I tripped and fell yesterday during my run. I caught myself with my arms. I paused, squatting on the ground, and looked over to see the uneven sidewalk. I stood there cursing at the pavement with my eyes, while at the same time, mad at myself for letting it happen. Today I figured that I would wear my black glasses. I will give my eyes a break and try to think of the future less often.
