sun and rain are duking it out today, mid-May, and someone's one year birthday (and new sparkly Italian baby shoes are coming, I promise!) is today. I rode my bicycle for the first time in 20 years yesterday. Twenty years. I'm damaged today and loving every minute of it. Scraped my arm, dislocated my thumb, won an argument with a cranky Canada Goose, did an on-the-spot chain repair, and made the process of sitting down afterward quite interesting. I'll do better next time. Here's the funny part. I was afraid to do it. It's a long ride to my work and another long ride home. I'm on the way to being old-ish. Though I feel young-ish. So fear made me mad. So I rode.
all things considered,
I'd rather be walking in Italy