heh heh
I'm not riding much at all.
Working on the house is taking all available time, energy, thought, attention, and every other resource too.
The irony is that we wanted the house for its big garage, which we pretty much don't need since there's so little riding and I wanted to be able to play piano any time of day or night without bugging the neighbors, but my hands are too trashed from hammering, scraping, painting and pounding that I can hardly play anymore at all.
Somebody ride a few miles for me, okay?
Each day is a gift, that's why it is called the present.