Day 3,469—Sort of Friday—

 It was warmer this morning and I ran down hill as my side still hurt. Then, I lost track of time as I wandered in a circle thinking about this step and the next one. I was looking at the Halloween decorations and comparing them to the previous years. I like some of the simpler things that just look creepy at night, like the various versions of ghosts in trees I have seen. I don’t think I am going to run a lot this weekend, planning for an all night event next weekend that I still need to sign up for. 

I was thinking some about how I think in images, not words and how often I can say the wrong thing even though I know exactly what I meant. Whenever I look at words they become a picture in my head, which is why I prefer silence because I will start to hear the words too.