Glove Me Tender, Glove Me Sweet. All We Need is Glove, Glove is All We Need

I've had a productive couple of days, exercise-wise, with goals I've set to exit the gym and enter the roads and sidewalks once again. The days are back to full-swing semester-life, and I know that one thing I've lost in priorities is time to move and physically take care of me. On Monday, I was so productive that not only did I run 4 miles, but I also walked Glamis 3.

The trouble was that while walking - and while a dog does what a dog does on walks - I had to stop to pick up her doggie-doings and accidentally lost one of my gloves. I couldn't find it anywhere because it was too dark. I guessed it fell out of my pocket.

When I got home, the loss of the glove was troublesome. It's winter, so that means most stores have moved to swim trunks and tank tops. With snow in the forecast, I thought, "Crap. How am I going to shovel without both gloves?"

Well, on yesterday's run, after a fresh snowfall, I saw a black, fingered creature peaking out of the light snow that fell overnight. It was my glove. It was about a mile from my house. It bloomed in the glistening sunlight.

Sh'Zaam! Re-discovered and it feels so good.

And I, eeee, I, eeee, I, will always Glove you.

Seriously.

I hate when I lose things: keys, walles, glasses, papers, and books. That glove, though. Not a happy camper.

On a morning where I don't know if I'm coming or going, I'm simply thrilled to report that sometimes luck happens. There's not much good in our world these days, especially in a divided country, but I'm strutting with more pep in my step because of this find.

Gloooovvvve. Something exciting and new. Come Aboard. We've been expecting you. The GLOVE boat.....