Just short of the turnaround point, my cellphone rang. It was Doug. Something in the beta has disintegrated and I have to go in and work on it. Since I had the weekend completely planned out, I'm now shuffling plans and swearing.
And the building key is in my car which Gretchen took in to have the brakes worked on. (I just realized this.)
Nothing really wants to be simple, does it?
OTOH, I walked 4.5 miles in 1:22, so that's not so bad.