yeah, it was. up all night competing in the Itch Olympics, so i was tired today. had to stop on the way home and buy some chocolate milk, then find something to lean on while i drank it. nothing worse than being stranded somewhere with nothing to do and nothing to read while you're doing it. i found a fragment of left-behind local paper at a bus stop and read obituaries for 15 minutes or so until i felt fit to go home.

nice weather. too warm for the alert jacket, but just right without it. noticeable thinning of the population in the bike cage these past few fridays; i guess people are taking their kids camping and stuff while the taking is good. it's so hard to believe that we're looking down the barrel of winter again, but impossible to pretend that it's still high summer. it's amazing how fast the year seems to turn once august is halfway over.

discussion with the business analyst, who bikes to work too. she goes about 5k each way, and lives in this flat part of the world. asked where i come from so i reminded her. 'oh god,' she said. 'you've got that HILL going home every day.' i feel vindicated