I’ve screwed up Matinee Monday with a mid-afternoon Leadership Zoom, although we are back home from our Singer Island retreat and somewhat back to a routine schedule. We do have our cleaning crew that will also disrupt a typical Monday, so we’ll do some Costco shopping to stay out of their way. Everything has been put back in the lanai since Fred has veered off course and Grace also appears to no longer be a Florida issue. Henri (ahn-REE) has yet to show its ugly face.

I met a fellow runner this morning, a guy that I’ve seen in the neighborhood on several occasions but never stopped to talk with until a few hours ago. His name is Chuck and he’s run 15 Boston Marathons, so obviously much more accomplished than me. He also runs faster and mixes up his exercise routine with some biking. As a longtime Naples resident and head of their running club, I’m sure he knows fellow streaker Samuel F. Johnston, who just surpassed 16,000 consecutive days (43.98 years) and is ranked #14 in the world. Another Neapolitan, John King will soon hit the 5,000 day mark, also ahead of my 4,614 achievement. At least 11 other Floridians are ahead of me in this OCD “race” with no finish line. 

Tally was back at the dog park this morning after a weekend with her schnauzer brethren. We picked her up last night from the sitter to return to her seemingly boring life with us after the exhaustion of playing with at least seven other dogs for three straight days. At eleven years old, she’s no longer a puppy but acts like one is the company of fuzzy companionship. 

I installed a Ring doorbell last evening. Nothing is easy for me any more with my shaky hands. I thought I lost a screw that supposedly fell in a plant pot but after fruitlessly digging through the soil discovered that it had simply adhered to a magnet. I also had trouble attaching the tiny wires and stripping them properly, so the chimes are not properly set-up. It was two hours of frustration that should have taken fifteen minutes. Ring…Ring…not yet.