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My bladder and my dogs woke me up bright and early at 5:30 this morning, but that’s not a bad thing. Especially during these inferno-like Texas summers, I try to enjoy the 75-degree low temperature whenever I can get it.

Seeing’s as I was up and at ‘em, I figured I’d drive down to Starbucks and pick me up a nonfat latte and a cinnamon chip scone. Then I drove home. As I was rounding the corner on the main “thoroughfare” before reaching my street…driving at the speed limit of 30 MPH, I just about ran over Betty and Wilma, “jogging” through the neighborhood.

Now, I’ve almost run over Betty and Wilma before. They like to “jog” in the middle of the road, facing oncoming traffic…either right before sunrise or just after sunset, generally wearing dark clothes and clueless looks on their faces.

Now, I’m all for exercise. God knows I could probably stand to spend some extra time in my running shoes but, in the middle of the road? When it’s dark outside?