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I have been taking some of my Comp Days from school on Fridays. We work over the summer for part of the time and then earn a paid day off during the school year. Essentially, we have traded two days of pay for one but then also get a day free. It is fine and the least that we counselors can do to save the District some Benjamins. If I had my druthers, and I don't, I would generally love to get to work around 10:00 am. That way, I could exercise in the morning, sweat it out, and then not worry about having to ramp up after work to run and lift. So, on these Fridays I roll out of bed around 7:00 am, eat breakfast, do my devotional and praying, drink an extra cup of coffee than usual, then run down to the river and back. That extra cup of Joe is a real kick in the shorts out the door. Today was fairly temperate in the morning. Around 65 degree with moderate humidity. When the Summer hits, I sweat even before I lace up my jogging shoes. But in the Spring it takes a while, like a

Pennsylvania endured about the hardest and coldest winter in recent memory. One change: Global Warming is now referred to as Climate Change. Take note Al Gore. Since Spring has been stumbling in like a drunken man in fits and starts, the warming weather hopefully promises gentle winds and smiling sunshine. Hence, I have reasserted my agrarian endeavors. I gave up for a couple of years on growing a garden. I had moved from my previous house in less than wonderful circumstances. But one good consequence is that I left the family of groundhogs who had treated my garden as their personal produce stand behind. The crushing blow was when I saw one of the evil beasts climbing my fence like a jungle gym while I peered on from the Great Room. I am pretty sure that I contracted Lyme's Disease in my epic battles. I had caught a possum in my trap and was trying to see him free from the cage, rather than have my 22 toting Rambo neighbor, put a slug in his cranium--and the stupid creature