It was the first combination of my head being mostly free of mucous and the skies not being full of storms since, well, Christmas, I suppose, so I hit the trails. They were ankle-deep in mud, but I was prepared. I’ll do a full hiking-in-muck update in the next couple days; for now it’s time to attend to matters of an employer who has certain tasks awaiting me.

Speaking of my line of work, if you crave my take on the affair of the West Virginia miners’ families who were told their men were alive, then told they weren’t (an episode in which my brethren in the news media made perfect asses of themselves before all the facts were in), here’s my rant.