Clear morning, and it hasn’t rained since sometime last night, so the circumstances for my run were pretty favourable. Still, I’m stuck at my current post-ankle plateau, more than a minute slower than I’d been running before the injury. Ah, well — I’m just doing it.
Dave likes ice cream. I used to enjoy ice cream myself; I still do, on the rare occasions I allow myself a scoop; I’m more susceptible to the temptations of salty snacks, though. Dave has given me some wistful memories of generous bowls of delicious ice cream, though, which I hadn’t really brought to mind for a long time.
Was I confused, or did I hear that Bad Bunny listened to a presidential press conference and said, ‘Nobody understands a word this guy is saying’?