bah humbug. pending-all-week visit from some very head honcho indeed took place today, and everyone scurrying around dripping flop sweat and channelling frank burns at the troops since oh, wednesday at least. trying to put hospital corners on things that have no corners and banning the most ridiculous things. what is the matter with people? just realised have been in a hostile crouch all week waiting to be told by some wound-too-tight loon that i cannae bike tae work on The Day, a) lest vhh get to see me coming out of the elevator in my spandex and migraine-green shirt, and b) cause they want a nice tidy organised bike cage to show him, not some sloppy pigsty all cluttered with bikes that don't colour coordinate or line up in order from smallest to biggest wheels. didn't happen, for which small mercy give thanks.

but it meant i didn't want to eat my habitual post-ride bagels in the test lab, just in case someone saw a crumb fall and had a coronary. cranky and crabby all day in consequence. so on the way home i detoured to the neighbourhood that makes bubble tea with sluch and fresh fruit, and then walked my bike along the sidewalk for a block or so in search of coffee and halva and other such life-sustainers. seems pretty clear that someone who preceded me didn't like the bubbles in their bubble tea, because the sidewalk was littered with them. found one of them stuck to my rear wheel when i got home. i wonder how much iron there is in bubble tea.