bleah and double-bleah. must be monday. nothing wrong with the ride or the weather, just me. awake at 7:16, got paranoid about packing enough lunch/snack/etc, not out of house till 8:30. was slow starting, slow getting there, and slow getting myself down to my desk. once over the bridge i followed up on a previous idea and deked one block down to do the last part on a more peaceful road, which is good only it doesn't go the whole way. seems like my destination area really is set up only for car commuters and trail/rec biking, nothing between those two things. bleah again.

slow leaving because slow getting in. just under an hour coming home though; surprising considering i only intended to get over the bridge and then take a bus. home. starving. eating half a cold pizza and thinking my birkenstocks probably can't stand up to this.

also notice (tentatively, hopefully) that i'm not paralytically terrified of that bridge anymore.