It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood

The asbestos guys are out of the basement, along with bags full of century-old pipe insulation. Begone, foul fiends, and trouble us no more! Tomorrow, the backhoe and foundation crew. I can hear the bank balance screaming from here.

Actually _is_ a beautiful day, sunny and about 70F with a light breeze and low humidity. Canadian air, they tell us. Welcome at this time of year, less so in January when it comes howling straight down from James Bay or Lake Winnipeg.

And my knee appears to have forgiven me. 15.3 miles, 1:03