Friday the Thirteenth is Usually Decent

Pizza Port (which had just been the Carlsbad Brewery).

I’d say I had a pretty damned good day today, considering how my week has gone. But then Friday the 13th seems usually to be pretty decent for me.

After work I tried to fly my plane, then took about a two-mile walk and a short swim at the beach. Will be interesting to see how far the Sportbrain records it — I know I was doing about 2,000 steps (1,000 paces) per mile. I kept a pretty decent pace.

Then beer at what is now the Pizza Port.

Aside from not getting laid I am feeling really really good right now. Perhaps that’s endorphins from walking — if so I should do it all the time. I’m almost giddy.