I never heard of a roundabout on a trail. Does it make sense?

My commutes have been fairly unremarkable. The place where I work and study is only two miles from home. I dislike the Citi Bike bikes, but it really makes more sense to take them than my own bike. No preparation needed except maybe bringing my helmet. So that's what I did. After the seminar, I headed down to the Department of Education headquarters in Brooklyn. There, I turned in my I-9 form and documents proving my identity. I had my picture taken for my ID. This is for the job I'll start in September. Getting there, I had to take the (famous) Brooklyn Bridge. It's not very steep, but those 50-pound bikes make it hard. I don't even understand why pedaling these monsters is so damned hard.

It was so annoying that I said skip it, and I took the subway home. Which wasn't bad.

I got home, and my granddaughter was supposed to be here. We agreed to have her over while our kid and daughter in law were out. They were not here. They had gone to the nearby playground. They came home soon, and she saw me and said, "Look! It's Grandpa!" and ran in for a hug.

Now she's sleeping silently.