And putting the cherry mash in her mailbox.

I started yesterday with my back hurting.

Like as soon as I got out of bed.

And it was downhill from there.

Hauling cookies, burning privet, making Debb the Blebb’s birthday dinner.

19,000+ steps later.

My back was still hurting and I was worn the fuck out…

But no rest for the wicked.

There was still stuff that needed doing.

Today it’s back to the burn pit for another round.

If I walk 8.1 miles today, I’ll hit 300 miles for the year so far.

How’s that for fucking nuts?

Wish me luck.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC