The work-gym-home commute, which is 9.6 miles and not the 8.3 I'd estimated, plus a half-mile swim (.8K) and a (nearly) 12-mile bike ride up to the top of Cherry Creek Trail, just before its plummet back down to the creek and under I-225. When I got home, I asked if there was time for a 5K run before dinner: no, which I did not regret.
I thought I might walk three time around the pond in the park after dinner, which would be three miles: the distance, if not relative speed. Throughout dinner I managed to talk myself out of that, but after dinner back into it, and we strolled through the park at sunset. As is now our habit, on our way back we came down the next street over, where almost everyone lives, and indeed we stopped to chat with these two and throw a ball for their dog, and farther along play with these three and their friend and her dog, and along came Scarf and Drums and Monkey.
It occurred to me in a different way that I am part of a community that I have wanted for years, since I left campus in 1994. Not long after Jessie returned to Massachusetts from California, she ran into friends on the sidewalk and wrote something about that being why she came back: so she could randomly happen into people and talk for a while. My neighborhood is not as stable as a hometown or a college town, but I like it.