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A mere prelude.

The local farmers' market opened today, and I celebrated the end of the immediate scurvy threat by going up for a few items.

Our establishment is at the top of a short, steepish driveway. Your correspondent, laden with produce and slightly giddy from unexpectedly nice weather, slipped partway down, causing a slight strain to the left gastricnemius and upper hamstring. The idea of changing plans for later in the day never crossed my mind...which is why ice and ibuprofen are on the menu tonight.

I bet no one in the drive-up window at Dunkin Donuts hurt themselves.