Just past Dodgeville is the little town of Ridgeway. I've driven past Ridgeway a hundred times, and never stopped. But maybe next time I will stop at Fantome Farms and pick up some handmade goat cheese. I didn't even think goats had hands.
Today was one of those days when I just had to drag myself to the gym, but I'm glad that I did. I had a good, brisk six mile run, which gave me the energy to get through what was frankly a very long day. No classes at all, just paperwork and grading. Ugh.