It was hot and I was tired, but I was running.  Jogging down the road at 5PM, giving it a try.

Given the heat, the sleepiness, and sweat, my mind was not really all that sharp.  Sorta dull is closer to the truth.  My mind was seriously wandering.

Catching the eye of a passing bicyclist, I smiled and said, “Morning.” Without skipping a beat, he replied, “Morning.”

Wait!  No!  It was 5 at night!  It was not morning!  It was clearly, “Evening!” I was obviously delirious!

As I continued plodding along, I thought to myself, “Well, it is sort of morning.  By getting outside and running, I kind of rebooted my day.  Gave it a fresh start, a morning of sorts.”

Nice thought Delirious Boy, we’ll run with that explanation.  Oh and by the way, “‘Morning to you,’ as well.”