sunday nights are a problem. the body doesn't know from sleep until 4 o['clock monday morning, and 3-day weekends are no different. rode to work anyway, without forgetting a single thing this time. the scale in the fancy-pants health-club/racquetball joint where i take my shower thinks i weigh 200 pounds this week, up from 130 last week. i think it's wrong.

nice ride to work, nice ride home. mantra for the week: let's be nice to our knees. took slight detours both ways, only one of them intentional. dunno how it can be that i can still get lost by not paying attention when i'm going to work. nothing exciting happened, except!!! once i'd come over the bridge on the way home i thought eh, let's just do the insta-ped thing and walk across at the first legitimate intersection instead of getting killed from behind by traffic up those two blocks to the light. impressive; once i'd made it to the middle of the road i know they all saw me and saw i had nowhere to go back to either, and still none of them stopped. i feel i am now in a better position to feel the pain of people who bike commute in places like atlanta.

oh. and i saw my first roadkill (mupkill really) on that end of the bridge. i think it was a rat, and i'm glad it was dead.

songs: gaels blue, michael marra, on the way in, and macpherson's lament on the way home.