:rofl: rode my bike to work especially to get out of haiku duty, but oh well, 3-for-5 for the week probably counts under some other rule.

laurie anderson
forgotten in kitchen; bah
today my job sucked

had to make do with bruce cockburn all day. adequate, but just not the same thing when you're in an anderson mood.

perfectly, incredibly beautiful morning. the orange juice did the job, i took my time this morning getting up and getting ready and not leaving until i felt okay, and i was more careful all day today about eating a bit more adequately. took more oj with yogurt with me, and some other things.

the morning ride was cold. damp air, something almost-but-not-quite a fog hanging around. hazed up enough that you could look directly at the sun through the grey, and cold enough to have that wonderful freezing-air smell - left over from last night, i guess. absolutely my favourite smell in the world. it almost looked like okanagan-girl might have been right after all in predicting some snow (nope). tuque, tights, fleece, snowboarder gloves; wore the shell but left the rainproof pants in the bag. i left so late that traffic just wasn't there but the lights were; another massive bonus. only bad thing was that i located the anderson cd and all, and then on the other side of the bridge started to get that sneaking feeling that i couldn't remember actually putting it into the bag. eh. that's what you get for paying attention to packing a lunch.

evening ride was also great. left really late and didn't feel like going through the whole full monty to change. i kept my working jeans on (mistake; seams; ow) but put the rainpants on over them for reflectiveness and wind-breaking. nothing hurt!!! not enough to be a problem anyway. god what a relief. had to detour to the grocery strip for provisions, so i spent some time eyeballing braces etc in the pharmacy before i went home. i dunno; maybe. see how it goes next week. broke the other zipper-tab off my bag trying to close it over too much stuff so gee. i'm almost at the point now where i can justify getting myself a real biking bag

no conversations at all in the health club today; too late in the morning, i guess. but coming out of the hotel complex and heading to work i passed one of those conference-attendee types hanging around outside. he had a great big Hi-My-Name-Is type of sticker on the front of his shirt, only it said

Wounded Heart

and yeah. i did a double-take and looked back, and it was positioned on the left pec. that hotel is really starting to fascinate me.

songs: mincing wi' chairlhi, michael marra; wild mountainside, trashcan sinatras. guess we're in a jacobite mood this weekend.