mid day of the week, and the solstice. it's all up from here on.

i'm getting back into the groove. not really sure why i felt like i was out of it, now that i think it over. i think i had my head set down for the much-colder weather we had a bit of a while back, so then all these warm balmy days are disorienting and don't feel like they count.

today the led said 130C in the morning. pretty sure it was wrong; it was warm, but not as warm as all that. in any case, learning from yesterday i did without the tights and the fleece, and just wore a techwick shirt and a silk jumpsuit under my rain layer. muuuuuuuuuuuch better. and i made a mental note on the way in to take those 'road closed' signs seriously from now on. two nights ago i deked around one of them and met a sort of anti-speed-bump in the dark that levitated me for a second or two. this morning that speed bump was a trench six feet deep and four wide. not at all something you want to hit in the dark.

my grating on the approach to the bridge looked nervously close to being blocked up with leaves again. i dithered a bit about stopping to clear it, but i was enjoying that section too much and didn't want to waste it. the lake might be back tomorrow; if not i will, i promise myself i will - i will stop and clear it. and there's a two-by-one lying across the bike lane on the cloverleaf on the other side. i will clear that one for sure tomorrow before it hurts somebody. especially me. garbage dumping in general seems to be on the up alongside both ends of that bridge. such classy behaviour, feh.

i ate something real at work today, and the ride home was muchmuch better than yesterday. working a lot of late time this week purely by accident, and the guy i'm working with keeps donating food that he's forgotten to eat. don't know what that's about. i sure hope it doesn't mean he's decided Something Should Be Done about dysfunctional me.

haven't seen mr spandex's bike in the rack for weeks now. heh. found out too that he's the project manager on my project. double-heh. now that i replay my encounters with him and think of the handbasket this project is in, that figures. he's the version of pm i don't admire much.

songs: peggy's kitchen wall, bruce cockburn; that duet from tommy; me and julio down by the schoolyard, paul simon.