Went five for five this week - commuting every day despite having to
run the longest route and errands through the worst weather.
We’ve been hit with cold - snow-inducing - weather and some pretty
serious sets of showers. But, finally felt like I was digging out
of the work-not-ride spiral I was on. Only little incident came on
Thursday as I was squeezing my way home between the stop-and-goers and
parked traffic, cranking up a slight incline hard to stay warm.
Didn’t notice through the rains that some fellow was organizing stuff
on the front seat of his pickup. When he finished, the door swung
out and I did same. One of those comical, frozen moments you
later think back on and shiver about. The car to my left was
going exactly my speed, and I somehow slid and twisted through the gap
between door and car. Gained some serious respect for my reactions (and
hope they hang out for a while…).
Today started overcast and cold. Tight blanket of fog in this
valley. Along with that, my ears sounded like someone was playing
a drum every time I said something. Probably thanks to the
determination to ride each and every day this week. In fact, I quickly
caved today and crawled back in bed for a post-feed-the-pup nap. When I
awoke midafternoon, the sky had been vacumed clean of all but the most
determined cloud or two. I’d had a bizarre dream about playing
accordian in band like Brave Combo, in a room that looked like it could
be in our favorite Mexican restaurant. The song sounded good, I
recall, and in the dream I tried to make myself remember it as it
ended. Hopefully, throwing some sleep at this thing will let me feel
like riding soon.
March 16th, 2006 at 8:02 am “I’d had a bizarre dream about playing accordian in band like Brave Combo, in a room that looked like it could be in our favorite Mexican restaurant. ” I like the way you think. :) (If dreaming is thinking….)