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Took Zelda through Pegan cove, down the tracks, doubling back a little to go up the aptly named Cemetery Street (how they have traffic go in both directions on that road I'll never know) and to the high school and out past the playing fields, then Rockland to Farwell out by Jeff's old house, left on Cottage, right on Coolidge Ave., up to the top of the hill and then down towards Coolidge field, and into town, across the common, and down onto the train tracks at Natick station to take the ex-railroad bed home.

Somewhere between two and three miles in (by the high school fields) my right knee started hurting, again.

I can easily run through the pain (not that it goes away, and it still hurts a little today) but I wonder where it comes from. When I banged my knee against the rock on the ex-tracks when Rusty stepped in front of me this winter? That's the only incident I can think of, unless it's an old bike crash or something.

Cooked a close-of-Shabbat dinner for Mom and I (drunken curry).