6.8 Km, 37:05.9, Dark 0°C, 6 km wind
My mind is crowded with thoughts; not much room for the PBGs. They don't seem to mind. They are very patient.
Work, ferrets, relationships all jostling for a turn at the thought center of my brain.
Consequently, it was only at the end of my run that the PBGs managed to squeeze a thought in: "Even when it seems like We are far away, we are right there with you."
It echoes a scene from the ferret book: Baxter has just discovered that even though he is a ferret fairy, he also has a guardian angel who is watching over him. He sees his angel briefly and is startled when it disappears. The angel says: "don't worry, I'm not gone." I didn't despair this morning, but it is still nice to know that I won't have to.