No, I’m not empty I just love that wife-beating Jackson Brown song. That said, the title does mean something. I was talking to my buddy, Rick, and he is getting ready to run a 5K for charity so I put my foot in my mouth and said, “Count me in!” Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! (Pounds forehead.) Now I know you may not be aware but a runner I am NOT! Looks like I am now. Holy Craaap! I now have 5, count ‘em 5, weeks to go from 0 to 5k. Training starts tomorrow for me. Yeah, I’ll keep you posted. *mutter*