What a match. Good effort by Andy Murray, but not enough to bring down FedEx.
So, some balance has been restored to my universe-- balance, you may remember, that was temporarily lost after Wimbledon. Thirteen down, two to go for Federer to take his place as the greatest at his sport.
Bjorn Borg says he won't make it. Legions of fans say he will.
The half-witted, half-baked, half-mad ramblings of a widowed, forty-something, earth-loving, commuter-cycling, theatre-going, runner-girl Christ follower. Abandon seriousness, all ye who enter here.
What are we talking about today?
I'll get back to theme days once I find a groove of posting regularly. In the meantime, most of my posts are about some variation of books, bikes, buses, or Broadway. Plus bits about writing, nonprofits, and grief from time to time.
This blog is mostly lighthearted and pretty silly. It's not about the terrible things happening in the world, but please know that I'm not ignoring those things. I just generally don't write about them here.
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