Once upon a time, I scoffed at running. "Oh, la," said I, "I only run from trouble." Technically, you could say that my daily morning run is, in fact, from trouble. We are trying to avoid the tardy Patience will get. She's got three, and I'm already in the sights of the Attendance Office for our Egregious Offense of taking a family vacation during the school year (forgive me my ignorant assumption that I, the parent, got to make these sorts of decisions). Then we had a little trouble getting back in routine after our trip, and, well, that's when we racked up the three tardies. So. Once the worst of the hot weather allegedly broke (allegedly = I am still wearing tank top and shorts) I set this pretty hard and fast rule of No Driving, Our Feet Work Fine and We Care about our Planet Earth. Scheduled departure time: 7:45 a.m. School bell: 8:05 a.m. School tardy bell: 8:15 a.m. Actual departure time: "For goodness' sake GET DOWNSTAIRS NOW! I don'...