Pouring rain and an abundance of work to get done prevented any cycling last evening, which was a drag since I committed to riding when, at 16:00, I ate a PowerBar. So instead it was home - to leftovers and a promising book about the overseas railway from Miami to Key West. Reading just didn't appeal, though, so I wound up rotting my brain with too much TV instead until Jenelle called. We talked for way too long and it was way too enjoyable. No matter how long we talk or what about there's always more to say and more to talk about next time, which I'm taking as a good sign. Then the alarm this morning rang at truly a cruel hour and my Friday was underway. Fabby. Under a week now, though, so if I can just ride and cheer and skate through the weekend I'll be home (or away, as it were) free.
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