So T. called me at work today. Twice.

And when I was telling the girls in the steno pool that he's a model, we realized we could probably find his comp cards online -- and we did. They all swooned.

The news from the Department of Goddamnit tonight is that my sore hip flexor has become a sore whole upper inner thigh. So my 5-mile run turned into a quarter-mile run with a painful limp back home. And it's overcast and cool and slightly windy here -- perfect weather for a jaunt along the lakefront. Goddamnit indeed.