Don't want to rub it in, but it was an almost perfect morning for a run. Mid-60s, with low humidity and just a trace of a breeze. So it was 8 miles, going through a part of town where I rarely run. Too many hills! That's why there are so many cemeteries there; the land's not great for much else. When I was about a mile from getting home, it occured to me that I'd been past 4 cemeteries (3 active and one historic) so I took a little detour to go past yet one more. Could have added a sixth if I'd thought about it at the right time, would have been no more than another mile. Weird...