Walking

I got up this morning early and decided to go for a walk. Mike was asleep so I left a little note: "Gone for a walk, Back soon. Left at 7:20" Then I went up the hill and over to the end of the paved road and back.
I came in, picked up my note and looked at the clock. It was 7:05! I must be magic. It's either magic or I can't read a clock. Which would you choose?
I did notice how fresh and cool it was--no surprise. The computer said it was 53 degrees in Rio Rico when I got home. But by 7:30 the sun was up and the desert once again began to assert itself. Oh, what good luck I have.