Consecutive bicycle work commute number 2139:

Today is my birthday. If I were on a rural road, I would officially be speeding.

I unintentionally woke up an hour before my alarm went off and never went back to sleep. My brain turned on thinking about everything I had to do today. Starting off, my wife's car desperately needs new tires, so I threw my bike in the back and drove to the repair shop. I left the car there and rode five miles to our office. At the end of the day I will reverse the process and ride back to the shop, then drive home.

It was a beautiful morning. 53°F with a light head wind, and sunny skies. It's supposed to get into the upper 80s this afternoon, but I should have a tailwind pushing me back to the repair shop.

As I crawled in bed last night I suddenly realized I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. I got out of bed and searched the house, but couldn't find it. This morning on my way to the office I stopped by my gym, and much to my relief they had my ring at the front desk. I must have left it in my locker when I was working out last night. It's weird, because I distinctly remember putting it on as I was changing back into my street clothes. But obviously that was a false memory, which is a little unsettling.

Got to work and discovered I left my breakfast at home. Probably wouldn't kill me to skip breakfast today anyway, as we're going out to eat tonight for a birthday celebration and I will very likely show little restraint when my plate full of food arrives.