Mash’ alarm went off a full hour before we were supposed to wake up. Fitz let him know the full range of her displeasure. Mash counterargument was that he gets 2 sleeps this way, compared to us poor sods who have to make do with one sleep.
At lunch I arrived early and met Dogfoot and VIP, two hiking stoners. VIP pointed out that one of the birds in these parts makes a sound that sounds like ‘cheeseburger’. Now I can’t unhear it.
I’m so tired. We ended up doing 25 miles, a number we hopefully can average the coming weeks.