Ice Sauna

On my chilly Minneapolis North Loop walk, with temperatures hovering in the single digits (Fahrenheit), spotted a woman in a bikini walking outside. It took me a few moments to realize she was walking from a wood-fired sauna to an ice sauna.

End of a Sock

Last Arizona hike today. Inspired by Marie Kondo, thanked a hiking sock for its service before discarding. It should’ve departed a long time ago as it had lost most of its cushion. My feet are happy with synthetic: comfortable, they wick, no blisters, and overnight wash and dry.

But What Of Mrs Loud?

Meat Loaf played quietly in the background throughout an early dinner (we’re old). But what of Mrs Loud, the session singer belting at the end of “I’d do anything for love”? I found her at the top of page 1 of my hometown paper (she and I are Geordies).