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Memorable Memorial Day

HM. I'm a grip tired. Woke up on my own around 5:30 a.m. on Memorial Day. Any other year I would've checked the time, repositioned myself and return to my slumber. Not this morning. I had a cup of coffee, dressed in gym clothes, dialed in Mark VI (iPod) and set out into the wide world of sports for a run.

After 4 miles it was time enough to return to my home. To write this blog entry.

Again, any other year I would be campaigning to know the difference between Memorial Day and Veteran's Day, all the while enjoying the "spoils of war" which is my freedom and my nation's freedom. Brave men and women fought valiantly on foreign and domestic soil so they could preserve the right to have a run at OH-DARK thirty, or backyard cookouts or frankly whatever the hell we want to do at that time within the confines of rules of decorum.

Any other year, I would be waking up in a campsite or somewhere not in my town, enjoying the company of friends and family.

This year I'll honor the fallen by being the most productive, in my way, of course, that I could be today. Considering it's still early in the day, I have no idea what that'll look like or end up being, but I know that if I'm not poking around on my computer or phone it'll be ... more so.

And this year I'm hoping to have a memorable Memorial Day.

This has been my C Note.
'los; out
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