. . . not running after all. Towards the end of the day yesterday, a friend noticed I had a stack of shelves I was procrastinating about installing and said she'd be over today to help me to the job. Not in my plan, but OK, I'll be glad to have the shelves up. Tomorrow we're having a crowd for dinner, cold chicken ham and salads, so today I'll have to cook the chicken, ham and potatoes. And DD and grandson are coming to stay over for a couple of nights, so I'll need to get his wading pool and tent ready. I like cooking a huge meal even better than I like running, and I always like to have something new to delight Johnny when he omes, so the trade-offs are fine with me. I can always run next week, right?