Philadelphia

Morning 2 in Philly feels much better than morning 1. I arrived late Tuesday evening and Charles and I went to a local pub to drink Rogue and wax philosophic. 2 hours, many beers and a long conversation on everything from my Appalachian Trail bid, to fatherhood, to the apocalypse later, we literally had to stumble home and pass out. Yeah, yesterday morning was a bit rough but I still managed to be out of the house by 11 and get some coffee and a very necessary bagel. I spent the morning wandering Philly and found a nice little place to get my haircut, which was another vital piece of the mission. Finally by 3:30, I was feeling good enough to take a ran so I went by the Art Museum and up the river to Falls Bridge about an hour, hour and a half. Uhh-oh, I hear baby's awake! Gotta go and deal with the Zoey... YES