I just got back from a little running, and had an odd bit of conversation with one of the neighbors. To break up the running, I interrupt it with little spells of walking so that I don’t die. Anyway, as I was segueing into the walking, this older guy who was cleaning out his minivan in his driveway paused momentarily to facetiously call out: “You look like you’re having fun.”

To which I replied, “Oh yes, it’s always a blast.”

He got a sort of sad look on his face. “I probably should run, or walk for that matter.” Before I could respond, he added: “Of course, I’d run for five minutes and then probably have my fourth heart attack and die.”

“Uh, yeah. That’d be…bad, I guess.” I hesitated, not knowing whether to keep on moving or continue this awkward chat.

The old guy brightened then. “Ah well. See you around.”

I said bye and went on my slightly less-merry way. Man, people are weird.

So far, on day three of four, I’m enjoying my mini-vacation from work. On Thursday I went to Cici’s Pizza with my dad and then saw Sky High. It was a funny movie, poking fun at superheroes yet being rather original and inventive it its own way. Yesterday, I did the Habitat thing, then went and saw The Transporter 2 (better than the first because it doesn’t take itself too seriously, and it boasts some of the sweetest fight scenes I’ve seen in some time) with Jason and…ate at Cici’s Pizza again. What can I say? I luvada pizza. Today I have the house to myself. Everyone is in Richmond going to some crappy flea market/garage sale/shit sale, which I politely declined attending. Tonight I’m going to the mall with Sarah, and showing her a few alternate routes to Wright State.

Enough blathering; I’m hungry. It’s time to get some lunch from Arby’s and then do some writing.

JAB