Been doing a lot of biking the last couple of days. And the best kind — not the all-out, I-will-be-fit-and-live-forever kind, but the goin’-somewhere-with-friends, got-an-errand-to-run kind. Both involved coming home after dark, which is falling earlier and earlier. Alas. But is there anything sweeter than a night bike ride? Just easy pedaling, my lights flashing, enjoying the night. A bunny flushes out at the limits of the headlamp. It’s cool. Hardly anyone is out in a car, as the sidewalks have been rolled up at their customary 9 p.m.
You don’t even get too sweaty. So I’m just rolling. And soon I need to go back to work, having spent most of the past 18 hours in something that resembles it.
Which is why I have virtually no bloggage! The last time I checked the news, Paul Ryan was milling around on a stage in Tampa with a kid wearing a cheesehead. What’s THAT about?
Why don’t we just toss up an ANIMAL TALKING IN ALL CAPS and call it a day?
See you tomorrow?