August Monday

Back home from Kentucky, we *may* have found a house.

Also why, in 2016, is an entire city the size of Paducah completely closed on a Sunday?

Pics from our trip:

August is a time of new beginnings. At the end of the month Cara and I are traveling to Norway where I'm planning to run a half marathon in the part of the country from whence the Wogslands hail. Telemarks Tøffaste they call it, in an obvious bid to incite the viking machismo. So naturally I went out and pulled my achilles tendon on the trail Saturday, which I didn't realize until Sunday. Initially I thought I'd just bruised my heel on something, but it kept getting worse until this morning I could barely walk. That is, until I did some stretching.