To be honest, as I always am at heptapod.org, I really don't want to commute on my bike Friday morning. I'm going to do it anyway out of necessity for my health and the idea that I'll be surprised when I arrive at work feeling really good.
Most of Thursday was spent arguing with myself, telling myself that everyone expects this of me which means it's not fun anymore. Since I really am unimportant in the greater scheme of things this is one of the stupid things I think in order to shore up my meager self-esteem. Let's not forget the fact that my brain is telling me I'm going to crap out halfway to work, it's going to be cold and I'll never get a chance to actually warm up.
My cycling is pragmatic. I hope to be cycling to work three days a week by August. Driving on Mondays is mandatory in order to be in a good frame of mind to face the shitstorms associated with Mondays. Tuesdays mostly because I feel lazy and when I do go to my therapy sessions I damned well better be able to get there-and-back in fifteen minutes.
Shit I don't know if I'll keep this up with the advent of autumn and winter. Maybe on good days where I'm assured it's not going to be really fucking busy.
With the assistance of the gmap-pedometer I've discovered one of the more egregious errors in planning my trip back home.
Last Friday I came down Bijou, turned right onto Hancock and rode down Platte until I reached Wahsatch and went from there. Actually it's much easier to just cross Platte at Hancock and turn left onto Boulder.
A video game platform is simply a toy and one that I may not use very often. What am I going to do? Play BioShock, GTA IV and Mass Effect? What next? Also LOL $60/game in the day of $60 for a full tank of gasoline.
For those of you who are interested and for my own sake I'm going to post needful purchases for my bicycle.
- A pannier rack
- Lights for my bicycle
- Road tires
- Probably need to get thinner wheels too
- A more comfortable seat.
She will begin forlornly yowling sometime in the middle of the night waking me out of a sound sleep leaving me semi-conscious for the rest of the evening. This is far more annoying than being roused from slumber when I feel Spot's body lay against me or walk across my legs.
I've gathered that this is prime dreaming time where most remembered dreams take place.
Bits and pieces do linger but there really isn't a coherent narrative to share at heptapod.org.
The past few nights I've been contemplating the acquisition of a water pistol. Only contemplating it.
