yesterday in the course of the day's dementia i had a little social moment with the technical lead who i introduced myself to down by the bike racks a few months ago. 'hey!' he said. 'i don't see your bike down there anymore!' i explained about all the work and he didn't even feel snarked at. but it snapped me to the grid and made me sorry suddenly that i was missing out.

so yay and yee hah. back to biking to work this morning. VERY nice. grey, cool, lots of light and the clouds breaking up a bit over my destination just enough to catch it all and make the sky lovely to look at all the way in. it was raining the kind of rain that's so sparse you don't know it's happening until you get a look at a puddle and see the little rings on the surface. some wind all the way in, but not too bad. if i don't have to work too hard against them, i like headwinds when i remember to pretend to myself i'm swimming through air. then it's like going back to those third grade longings to be able to fly. i like that feeling of seeing air as a river flowing right over me.

ride home was nice too. if i got rained on it was still so light i didn't notice. resting for a couple of days doesn't seem to set me back too far towards square one either. it was a good day. and now there's only four of them left, unless i break out in last-minute goodwill and go work on the weekend as well

songs: green shirt, elvis costello; good as gold (stupid as mud), the beautiful south.