It's another sunny day in Mountain View.
You can hear the wind, the train horn (or whatever you can it) assorted wind chimes, car alarms and an errant motor cycle. And someone's radio.
I'm hanging out at home, Emily Dickenson style, waiting for the world to turn. Sleepy from my two hour run.
Two more weeks and the San Francisco Half marathon will happen. It's really a full marathon with a half that you can do. Being not that in shape, I'll settle for half.
