was totally demented with klutziness today. total one-woman three-stooges routine. i have no idea why, but if i could find the thermometre i'd check myself for fever. just some weird short-circuit between the mental intention and the physical follow-through. things like putting myself into a wobble/near fall on the narrow bridge mup by involuntarily grabbing (much too hard) at the front brake i'm not used to and never use by itself, walking into the lock hasp on the bike cage with my face, i don't even remember the rest . . . good thing i was not in a car. the kind of day when i really should have kept myself at home with the doors carefully closed to prevent disasters.

be it said though that the driving population was out of their collective tree this morning too, and i don't know why that would be either. delayed effect of long weekend? everyone too confused to function because what feels like tuesday is really wednesday this week? something aggresso on tv last night? the groke only knows. everyone revving it towards every stop line where there's a red light and then slamming the brakes, so that you freak out just in case because you have no idea from their (mechanical) body language what they're planning to do. i must have pictured myself being broadsided 5 times in a near-6-mile ride. but the weather is still insanely gorgeous, so eh.