An evening jog

After a long lapse, I ordered myself out of the house in my running shoes. I found myself very reluctantly obeying my own commands. I realize I'm losing grip over myself. Anyhow, once on the road, it was a good jog. Helped push a lorry till its engine roared to life (and what profuse thanks from those poor guys who must have spent hours loading it up with mud and after so many people walking by without helping them), wished one or two parishioners on the way, spoke to some of the staff members, saw the progress on the Outer Ring road and smiled at the weary shepherds along the way!! Enough incentive to drive me out tomorrow too!