(advent) Monday’s story – and running!

I ran tonight again, but this time, for the first time in about three years, I ran on a track.  Not on a treadmill.  We’ll see how my knees feel tomorrow.

Then I came home and wrote.  I’ll be writing tomorrow morning too, and I’m hoping to be caught up by Friday.  That’s the goal, anyways!

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“Excuse me?” Drew blinked, not sure he was hearing what he thought he’d just heard. He looked over at the doorway to the kitchen, where Old Man Winter stood waiting for his answer. “What did you just ask?”

“I asked you who was delivering Molly’s ornament today,” Old Man Winter grumbled, but his voice lacked bite. It was odd. Very odd.

“Who told you about the ornaments?” Drew said, disconcerted.

Old Man Winter sighed. “Do you think I wouldn’t know?” he said. “Honestly, boy, I have eyes. Did you think I wouldn’t see them? You’re sending ornaments to Molly, one a day. I don’t know why, but I know you’re doing it. So who is giving her today’s ornament?”

“Luke is,” Drew said, dazed.

“What is today’s surprise?” Old Man Winter continued.

“Lunch, at work.” This was going way too fast. “Luke’s bringing her pizza from Giovanni’s, because she loves it, but never orders it.”

“I haven’t had pizza in years,” Old Man Winter mused, a faraway look in his eyes. “What’s her favorite kind?”

“Barbaque chicken, with fresh mozzarella, spinach and broccoli,” Drew said. “And Schrodinger loves pepperoni, bacon, cheddar cheese and cranberries.”

“Cranberries?”

“He’s odd,” Drew said, grinning. “You get used to it.”

Old Man Winter grunted. “I guess.” He turned to go, and then paused, looking back at Drew. “Call your friend.”

“And tell him…?” Drew’s voice trailed off.

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