Fooling Myself

    I am lucky to be dim witted enough that I can keep secrets from myself. When I don’t want to run, I often tell my little pea brain to “just put on the shoes and trunks, you really don’t need to decide to run.” By the time I am dressed to go guess what happens? I am all dressed up for the ball, I may as well go dance. If I can fool myself that easily, imaging the fun you, as a thinking person, can have with me.

    See you on June 6^th.