fresh from the fahm
So one of my favorite things about Santa Monica is that there's a Farmers' Market* twice a week, every Wednesday and Saturday. I went down there this morning and got some tangerines and some rolls and some delicious candy almonds. It's a great scene: they close a couple blocks of downtown streets, and bunches of local farmers set up their booths to sell everything from lettuce to hummus. And, uh, lots of things in between. And the food is good and cheap too, sometimes amazingly so; and there's something quite nice about getting oranges with the leaves still on em. The only problem then, is remembering to eat all the stuff we get (though that won't be a problem with any of today's stuff, I don't think).
I needed all that refreshment cause Leah took me out running in the morning, and as a result I was broken. She's a much better runner than me. In fact, I don't think she'll ever bring me along again because I went so slow and dragged her down, when she wanted to keep chugging along. I burn with shame at the memory. We meant to go biking and rollerblading, which I like better because the mechanical advantage of the bike lets me keep up with her on the skates, but we scrapped that plan cause it was a little drizzly out. Even with all the pain, though, it was good fun; and I'm sure it was good for me. In the long run, that is; first I have to see if I'll be able to walk tomorrow.
*You may have heard of it, in fact, because it's where, last summer, an old man drove his car right through the middle of the market and killed a bunch of people, and it made the national news. For a while folks were super-aware of that, but now it's mostly been forgotten and things are back to normal. And since I wasn't even here then, it's all good to me.