A phrase that perplexed me as a very young reader of the Laura Ingalls Wilder books, which often used it to describe what Ma did to Laura's hair in the morning before she went to school - why would you lick someone's hair with your tongue? Was it like how mothers annoyingly lick their finger and wipe away a smudge of dirt on your face?
Anyway, I have a long one on the schedule, but didn't get out the door soon enough (need to be showered, fed and exited before cleaner arrives at 12). Just did :30 easy in "my" bit of the park and will hope the humidity's a bit lower in the early evening for a good long one....
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