I attended the weekly site meeting today. Learned something new about Knox boxes. My guess is it’s supposed to make me think of Ft. Knox’s impenetrable security, but instead made me think of Fox in Socks by Dr. Seuss.
Haven’t read the book? Check out some highlights…
But this is the verse that I remembered and completely distracted me as they spent the first 10 minutes of the meeting discussing the dubious merits of Knox boxes, which at this point are recommended but not required.
Knox in box.
Fox in socks.
Knox on fox
in socks in box…
Look, sir. Look, sir.
Mr. Knox, sir.
Let’s do tricks with bricks and blocks sir.
Let’s do tricks with chicks and clocks sir.
To summarize the book, Mr. Knox simply can’t say all the things the fox says. His tongue is not “quick or slick”. He gets, ahem, peeved.
So…good meeting. I have *no* idea whether they’re installing the Knox box or not.
On day 14 of Janathon, I ran 3 miles in the misty, murky morn. My legs started out a bit crampy and then relaxed. Yay! I could have gone further but I ran out of time. I’m going to try to squeeze in 2 more miles today. Peace! I’m out.