a quote.

As the poet Jim Carroll once said, not dying young can be a dilemma.

tropical citrus

alas, it is done.

i took off last friday and this past monday for a nice long four day weekend with my century on saturday.

it was a good ride, 105 miles with no flats or other mechanical issues. good food was provided for us. lots of people turned out to ride. great weather. i think it was about 55 at eight o'clock in the morning when everyone took off and i don't think it ever broke 75.

one disturbing thing was the wildlife. aside from a couple horses, some goats (one with his head stuck in the fence), and a snake on the trail, everything was dead. dear, armadillo, opossum, rabbits, birds, everything was dead. the smell was horrible in the select locations where the bodies seemed to group up.

of course now it is back to life as usual. work work work.

that bastard bit me!

last night was dog fight night at our house. not that any dogs actually fought.

shannon was in town from memphis for her b-day and brought jo-jo by to see mable and to have a chat and some beers. jo-jo is at the age where he's losing his puppy teeth. he lost quite a few last night playing with maybe. they played pretty rough, but managed to keep it friendly.

it was a late night and i'm feeling it today. i'd probably sell a body part to be back at home in bed right now.

on another note, this weekend is it. the century is on saturday and i'm off on friday and monday to prepare and recover (a.k.a. - eat and hydrate and sleep). i might actually take some pictures too, but i might not.

can you feel the breeze?

this morning i was in a hurry to get to work. i have to make up some hours from yesterday's ever productive slacking.

first thing this morning after the shower i get up and put on my cannondale bike shorts for my later ride to work. straighten the house a tad. put some bike tools and things away. make coffee. let mable out, let one cat in and the other out. eat some pizza. make lunch. let the cat that just came in out and the cat that just went out back in. wake up shea. take mable on a walk. shave. brush. do the cat switch again. pack my lunch and work clothes into my bag. put on shoes. kisses. kisses. put any and all cats outside. ride to work.

well, i get to work and start unloading my bag when it finally hits me... i forgot to pack boxers and socks.

seriously, who forgets that kind of stuff?

new, easy financing

ahh.. tuesday morning.

it was a hectic weekend. worked saturday and then partied down saturday night. got up too early sunday to meet the folks from the shop for a ride. by the end of our ride i was in full on hang-over mode. not fun. but i finished forty-eight miles and then went home and crashed for about an hour. then got up and made some scrambled eggs and some phone calls and basically chilled the rest of the afternoon and into the evening.

yesterday i got up and came to work really early and then decided to play hooky for the day. think of it as recovery. packed up the dog and went out to the trails for a ride. got the oil changed in my car. went to breakfast. did a bunch of laundry. it was a pretty productive day for taking off to recover.

now for the rest of the unproductive work week...