Muddy Shoes

My Runnin' Shoes. Note the attractive floortiles in the background. . . Rumor has it that they might be laced with asbestos but are 'fine' as long as one doesn't lick them.

I got muddy today. Nice-n-muddy. While folks back in Minnesota dig out from the mother of all snowstorms, at least since the fabled 'halloween blizzard' I've heard so much about, we got hammered with rain yesterday. Today I awoke to sun shining, birds singing, and 50 degrees. While I was spinning my wheels with unproductivity this past week, this afternoon"I put some [runnin'] shoes on and suddenly everything is right."* Tromping from my possibly asbestos-laced abode I went down to Edgerton Park and took a right. Next up was the covered Town Bridge of Eli Whitney Fame which served as my gateway to the mudsoaked trails that flank the Mill River and cut through the lower reaches of East Rock, ahem, MY Rock Park.

All in all, it has been a good day that promises to only get better. Up later today is LebowskiFest and bowling. Good times, my friends, good times. . .

*10 points if you can name the song who's lyrics i'm quoting. Hint: it was an itunes free (i'm apoor grad student after all) download this last fall.