If you look up the phrase “perfect gloom conditions” in the F3 universal dictionary, you will find a picture of this morning’s gloom.
6 pax sallied forth in perfectly clear, low humidity, 55-degree gloom.
YHC beat Blackbeard by a hair to nab the Q, and arrived early to crack the code at the SBux head before convening with the others around the fountain/pool. From there we ambled, rambled and scrambled down the hill, over Slippery Bridge to our final destination of “Heaven n Hell” rockpile and hill.
There we exercised our bodies while exorcising a weekend of losses for our local teams. Though there was some minor refuseniking, the workout was DEI (diverse exercise inclusion) compliant as we covered strength, endurance, flexibility.
We concluded by offering prayers for various intentions, and then sitting around at coffeeteria.
In hindsight it was a fine Monday Monday…
Perhaps The Mamas and The Papas said it best:
Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin’, it was all I hoped it would be
G. Goat sends.
That song and the lyrics… whelp maybe just the lyrics, but the tone too… is an earworm (brainworm)