walking a mile, the canner, mail jackpot

We are meeting with R in fifteen minutes to do thank you notes.  I asked Ming to wake me at 5 so we could go for a walk, and our walk was good.  I went a mile.  Ming went a mile and a third.  There were lots of birds.  I got into my head the line / idea "starling-shaped."

No one else was there except for the middle-aged Asian canner who's always there.  She goes through the park's trash cans for plastic bottles and aluminum.  Why is she always there right when we're there?  Maybe there's more than one and I'm getting them confused.

I want to take some of the load off Ming and decided to take over emailing for the street medic collective.

Yesterday NDE got a huge grant check.  We worked kind of hard on that grant, so I'm happy.  Also I got two letters from someone I love and had never received any mail from.  I'm still reeling.