yesterday was kind of weird. i don't remember much remarkable about the morning, but the afternoon was kind of a cast of thousands.

i planned to leave right at 5:30 so as to be home, feed the cat, pick up the car and warm clothes and get to the park for the opening pitch at 6. pushed it just a little too far, and then when i was locking the bike cage up again noticed that my access cards were missing from around my neck. sigh. bolt bike to railing, back into the building, locate some kind soul who'd lend me their cards so i could retrace my steps, call the security guys, send emails, re-retrace the steps with babbling convivial security guy . . . back at the bike cage and back on the bike at 6:07. and no change so as to throw self and bike onto a bus and make it faster. i arrived sometime in the 4th inning out of 7. and i meant to ride home in a leisurely style that would make my knees love me, sigh sigh.

one nice thing about this new set-up is that the bike cage is in the parking lot and the showers and lockers are in the building, just one floor higher. having such a simple post-ride procedure is cutting something like half an hour off the old routine of park bike, walk up hill, walk round tennis bubble, enter health club, navigate to front desk, wait behind signing-in tennis players to pick up towels, unpack shower gear, shower, rinse, repeat in reverse order. i'm still using the old tried-and-true route over the industrial bridge for time reasons too. nice rides, nice days these days.

songs: the sloop john b, the beach boys; devil baby, mark knopfler