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My rides were physically and mentally fulfilling for me. Upon rising I dreaded my commute, my δαíμων saying, "Your legs will give out on Boulder once you pass Union!" Let's not discuss the anxiety about the final approach and its accompanying hill.

Legs were up to the task, gears simplified things and I don't think I stopped at all riding to work. In fact I think I caught a lesser green wave which I leave to you, gentle reader, as a mathematical puzzle to figure out my mean speed astride my aluminum steed.

Thursday and Friday will be interesting to say the least. Vague plans to visit Palmer Park, going up Chelton heeding the advice of Fish, on Friday. On Thursday I'll see if it's at all feasible to go to Walmart to pick up the cheap AA cell batteries for my camera because I think I'm going to want to take photos sometime in the near future.

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I was coming home when I saw the back door and the door to my apartment wide open. Spot was lounging on the dryer which was heartening because she was safe. All the lights were on like a little kid just watched a scary movie on their very first night alone at home when their parents thought the kid was old and mature enough to handle things. At the bottom of the stairs I peeked into my living room and found my sister with her thieving tools lounging on my lovesac.
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