don't wipe your nose on the back of your hand
use your sleeve like a civilised man
- michael marra, angela gunn

i biked to work today despite it being a baseball day. had a vague intimation this morning that it might be a mistake, what with the game location and the hard deadlines looming at work and all that, but eh. when it came down to it i just couldn't convince my morning brain that all that automotive to-do would result in a smoother day, whatever the last-night logic told me.

so i biked. still very very nice commuter weather, in the mornings at least. clear and sunny, but still cool enough to give you goosebumps for the first couple of miles. then by the time they wear off, you don't notice the heat until you stop moving and producing your own climate-control. going down that bike path in the mornings feels exactly like swimming in a lake: there's always just enough of a headwind tunnelling up it to give you the same resistance you'd get from water, and it has the same sudden little patches of cold and heat that lakes will give you. that feeling of being in cool water when you're over-hot, and letting it carry your body heat off . . .

ride home was warmer, of course, and it had some pressure on it. i made it home in good time though, and i don't think i hurt anything. then i traded the tights in for jeans and wore my hhcmf shirt to the game. just in case suv-lady was gonna be there, and she was only missed the first three innings, and by the looks of the score i didn't miss much.

tomorrow i'll probably rest. that's what i'm saying now, anyway.