... no sand in my chamois this morning. I didn't like my attitude and decided the best cure was, unlike the previous days, *not* to "go straight home becuase there are all these things you have not done," but to do that thing that helps clear out the cobwebs and make up the time by not playing solitaire instead ;-) ... and I did the 20 mile route home, boosted my bj rank to 182 (short-lived, I'm sure, and havent' gained at all on the next IL rider!) and was of course more productive ... and this morning
I found my wallet
(It was wedged up against the side of the kitchen cabinet, invisibly vertical, and don't *ask* me how it got there 'cause I don't know, but I live alone, so I can't blame anybody )
So the sun was glorious on the 45 degree ride (that's the temperature, not the angle) and I'm preparing to walk down the hall and visit the ATM machine BECAUSE I CAN!!!! (And because I need to get the dollars to put things back in all the squirrel-places I've had to raid this past six weeks ...)
I took the short way by the school 'cause I was running late... but the officer wasn't there... and I'd even pumped up my tires No radar for me!