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Happy Sunday

It has been a good week. For food, for people, for trains of thought, it’s all been pretty dreamy. Right now, my skin is glowing with what I’m sure is going to be ferocious sun burn by the morning and my hair smells like BBQ smoke. I don’t think there’s a much better state to be in by Sunday evening this early into spring, is there? OK, it’s possible that we overdid it in the sun just a little. This morning, we walked from Mile Oak to Brighton Marina for our first BBQ of 2017. I’ll tell you all about that in just a second, but first, Brighton Marathon. Disclaimer: I’m very, very hormonal today, so my reactions to all the acts of human kindness and general life moments I witnessed were not rational by anyones standards. I cried at: young children shouting words of encouragement to runners they didn’t know using the names they had on their running vests old people sat outside the residential homes lined up next to each other to clap …