My brother and his wife drove up from Corpus Christi on Saturday. Any trip up or down I-35 in Texas mandates a stop at The Czech Stop in West for world-famous fresh-baked kolaches. They picked up 2 dozen.
On Monday morning, I ran 8 miles. And, then I ate 8 cream cheese and apricot kolaches.
Though terrible at self-control, I'm very good at math.
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