Walk: Fillmore Street
Distance: 1 Mile, At home yoga
The past is a bit too present in my inbox. It contains:
1. Requests for memories/anecdotes of a relative for a eulogy.
2. Requests for attendance at an informal reunion of my boarding school class along with a bio of my entire life since then.
3. And, one by one, bios of their entire life since graduation of Every Single Person in my boarding school class.
Llllots of memories. Kind of hard to shake...