Florida lost to Alabama on Saturday, just as most college football fans figured, but by fewer points than the handicappers in Las Vegas guessed.
Not that it matters. I am a Florida fan, and losing is always the pits. Losing to Alabama, arguably the greatest war machine ever developed in 150 years of college football, by two points stings like a wasp, and the welt figures to linger around for a while.
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The spiders are out in force this month. Every morning when I walk out to the carport, I see another 8-legged opportunist trying to start a web between the recycling bin and my car’s mirror. Webs have formed under the gutters around the house that require weekly sweeping.
Spider webs also abound on the trails, and as the first person to arrive at the State Botanical Garden a couple of days a week, I run into more than I’d like. Being a morning hiker during spider season requires an extra level of focus on the trail ahead, looking for signs of spider activity — perhaps a floating leaf or a slither of web caught in the rising sunlight.
The webs (and their makers) are just the latest hazard that trips me up on my morning walks through the woods. Oftentimes, I’ll literally trip over a tree root or roll my ankle on an unforeseen rock.
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This week, we grabbed a few minutes with Stephanie Trefry, vice president of marketing at Healogics. The Trestle Collective began working with Healogics in January to reimagine their value proposition, marketing and branding efforts.
Healogics partners with over 600 Wound Care Centers across the U.S., which have treated more 300,000 patients each year and healed more than 4 million wounds.
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I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately. I’ve been spending a lot of time on the road, and the road has plenty of surprises that can interrupt my sleeping patterns.
First there was a visit with my folks, then a few nights over Fourth of July weekend with a lot of friends and their tiny, loud children. A few nights I slept on a loveseat. A few more after that, I was watching a dog and a cat who hated each other — the cat used the late-night hours to tell me how much he hated the dog, although the dog didn’t seem to mind.
As Saturday rolled around this weekend, my biggest ambition was to sleep for 10 hours and then maybe take a nap. There were other home projects to take care of, too, but sleep was at the top of my priority list.
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