I took a week off. I didn't mean to. It just happened. The first couple of days I was busy at work. I shoulda went Wednesday, but I didn't. My plan was to hop on a Ragnar McDowell Mountain trail team at the last minute. But Thursday came along and I felt awful. Probably the Papa John's pizza I had the night before. So, no Ragnar, and no running. This morning I was feeling better and it was beautiful out. Even though I didn't start until 8:30am, it was still cool out. The first 100 feet felt great. I thought, "this week off sure did me a lot of good." But then my knees and ankles felt like they were going to break, so I settled back down into the slow pace I've grown accustemed to these last 5 or 6 years. As I was making the last turn up the Floodway I was coming upon a tree with a bunch of doves in it. Arizona doves aren't pretty white ones like you think of. They're brownish gray. Anyway, I spooked them so half of them took off flying to another nearby tree. It caused me to look up, and I noticed that one of them was a parakeet. A green parakeet with a red face. From the on I was singing, "One of these birds is not like the other..."