Which Winter Wednesday Writeup No. 12

Bo and Joe and Alice's first night out on an immobilizer.

I had a hash in my own way - I told the cab the wrong street even though Joe had told me beforehand it was Ellen O'Dees so I got to walk up the hill, and the steps. It's no fun sitting home, even if it is only three days. Sorry, I sit, sleep etc etc corrected. As one could have guessed, i.e. as usual, I was ten minutes late, and I was the first one in. But there were no complaints about the run, which actually showed much improvement in terms of length, and the site could not have been better - ten blocks up Park as the crow flies. It's not such a bright idea having writeups devolve on you when you didn't even run - I got better the subsequent hash by getting a scribe, but then that was because of the mysterious genesis of that run literally out of my own head, the feat of setting a trail having devolved on me at the same time.

Enough of me - the trouble is I don't remember much of the onin except Elaine inviting us all to join her German club - some people have active tongues as well as feet, so if anyone would be so obliging to Joe as to do a proper writeup for him, I will circulate it. So now we can welcome another seasoned hare into our ranks. Always good to know.