I’m still up in the air about going to New England, but there’s only one reunion, and I’ve got at least two other Austin events this year. But I sure could use the money. I wasn’t having too much fun yesterday morning, doing the business as usual thing, and the trivia question wasn’t getting any good answers (okay, one fun one, but that was it), so I strolled out and spent part of the afternoon trying to synchronize a pedometer Pa Wetzel had given me. It hooks into the handheld for an accurate count of everything. Long about halfway into a four, then six mile hike, I realized it might just be a perfect day: no shirt. But tragedy struck as I snagged a paycheck out of my mailbox, in order to deposit that check, I had to go into the bank, and to go into the bank, I had to put on a shirt. And as long as I was wearing a shirt, I might as well pick up a sandwich for supper. Total time? Less than an hour. An otherwise perfect spring day ruined by having to wear a shirt for almost an hour.