A chilly crescent moon gleams low in the southwest as Kristin Heckman and I set out on a frosty Friday morning. Puddles are ice-covered. I discuss the chess rating system and learn that Kristin's computer science dissertation was in artificial intelligence, particularly neuro-related processes. We revel in the quiet darkness and marvel at garish Christmas decorations. Garmin shows our route and pace; Runtastic concurs, but I fail to stop it at the end, so it includes half an hour of showering, dressing, and walking to my office.
^z - 2014-01-16