For a long time I looked down my nose at people with sore asses after riding their bikes. Now, two days into my return to bicycle commuting — or rather, by three miles into the first day (and today is the second) — my ass feels like I am smuggling hot coals betwixt my cheeks. In other news, I bought new camouflage handlebar tape, so now I am ready for your basic Red Dawn scenario.
This is not for sure yet, but I’m thinking about visiting Mupples before the end of my self-imposed “no winter visits” rule. For those of you who are laying in stocks of ice and show to shower me with upon my arrival, those dates would be like March 14th-22nd.
Sarah is apparently too busy to come back and swim in my pool, soak in my hot tub, climb my mountains, and generally enjoy the endless bounty of California wonder.
me: I guess maybe I could come there
sarah: yay!
me: why do you delight in my suffering?
sarah: did I tell you that you could take the gag out of your mouth?
I picked up the Watchmen last night with the anticipation of reading it over the span of a few days — or even a couple of weeks. Instead, I pounded through it in a few hours. I was driven.
(I know what ano means)
Sarah flew out a week or so ago to spend her winter break with me. I’ve been busy doing nothing with her since. Two five day weekends in a row… Is this Iowa? No, it’s heaven. We dog sat for Loki for an eerie but enjoyable week (are you touching the dog while kissing me?) and went on short but reasonable hikes. Pics will be forthcoming as soon as I can budget time away from my sweetie. Don’t hold your breath!
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