I took the day off, by which I mean I didn’t wear my fitbit for a day. This was intentional. I felt like I was coming down with a cold and I’d aggravated an injury during Saturday’s 10-miler. So I made it a Sunday Slothday and for the first time in 2017 I probably did not hit my daily goal of 12,000 steps. But I still had to run errands and go out to feed the horse, which meant I was out in the world long enough to catch this nice sunset behind a barn.