I decided to take the rest of this week off from workouts and begin anew on Monday. It has been nice. Roy decided while I was in San Antonio to become a full time bus rider to and from work. He exchanged his parking pass for a bus pass. The time on the bus, which seems to run on time so far, gives Roy some margin to the start and end of the work day. He has never enjoyed driving and most who have ridden with him don't enjoy his driving either.
Several years ago when we were in Colorado, I bought a t shirt that had been dyed in chocolate. When I wore that t-shirt, the fragrance of chocolate enveloped me. Each time it was washed, it lost a little of it's chocolate charm. In the gift shop at HHC, they had t-shirts that had been dyed in red dirt. There were several designs to choose from and my favorite was the Don't Mess With Texas one. I wore it yesterday and as per instructions, I washed it in cold water by itself. No, I didn't smell like dirt when I wore it. At least I don't think I did. They didn't throw me out of the play grocery store yesterday.
When Ali was here from Belfast, I happened to be the one to tell her that Don't Mess With Texas is our slogan for dealing with litter. She was a little disappointed.