Sunshine returned today after being away for the past several days (and because of no sunshine I finally had to turn on the heat yesterday), accompanied by some nice wind--so perfect running conditions!
But 15 minutes down the Headquarters trail, disaster--the waist drawstring on my O' pants snapped. None of my options looked good--run while holding up my pants with one arm, discard the pants and run in just short running shorts, wait in place and hope for an emergency Amazon drone to find me and drop some replacement pants--and, having spotted fresh snowsnake tracks in the area just yesterday, I knew the longer I took to deal with the situation the greater the danger.
So I yanked out one half of the snapped string. gathered in as much fabric as I could from the pants top, and used the string to knot it off. It held. And off running again--whew! As far as I could tell, no snowsnakes were homing in on me, but until they draw close, you can never tell. They're amazingly good as detecting either carbon dioxide emissions or heat sources--much, much better than mosquitoes, by way of comparison.
In the end, it was a great but sad run, knowing what I would have to do when I got home--which would be to go out into the yard and build a small pyre.
There was cremation (for the O' pants.) They were a good pair and gave great service for many, many years and will be missed, but their time had come.