Following the long-held Clardy tradition of falling on one's ass, I managed to fall Saturday morning. But, wanting to put my own spin on it, apparently, I did not fall on my ass.
I fell on my face.
Every morning, I get up pre-dawn crack and walk 3 miles on the
Pinellas Trail a stretch of which is conveniently about a block from the house.
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And my hats off to you for the outside exercise. I've been inside for like the last 72 hours.
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If we are ever at a convention together and you have a scar and someone asks about it, I will totally, totally back up your pirates-and-sabre story with all the embellishment at my command.
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