Therapeutic, but not therapeutic enough. I got angry with someone last night, and unfortunately, I still feel angry this morning. I try not to get angry with people for only being themselves...I mean, I know what to expect from him. I know better than to try and change anyone. I don't want him to change. But I still get angry, and I wish I was better about that.

Sorry, not really commute related, but I am sad and frustrated with myself right now.

But the ride was really, really lovely this morning. I love that hills (which I know are molehill-ish compared to the mountains some of you ride) are getting visibly (in that I can see I am in two to three gears higher than I was when I started!) easier for me. I am starting to actually like them, dammit.