After school today (I feel like I'll never grow up whenever I say "I had a good day at school today" and I'm 44), I headed home early, knowing full well that I had a meeting to attend in the evening. And not just any meeting. A church meeting. With apologies to the good people that I spent 2 1/2 hours with tonight, meetings like this suck. They suck up time. They suck up energy. They suck up good ideas (or rather attract stupid comments). I can't tell you what we discussed at that meeting, and really, I know you don't want to know. So when I got home, I sat down at my desk to gather myself together for the day tomorrow, and Margruite walked up behind me and started to give me a massage. Suddenly I felt like I was back in school. Junior High school. Do you remember those days? Where you'd line up boy girl boy girl and give the person in front of you a massage, while you got one from the person behind you. Pretty sweet. Of course, now it also looks pretty creepy, and kind of gross. But whatever it looks like, a massage feels good. Tonight Margruite's massage helped all the tension from the meeting bleed out, and now here I am writing. That's just fine, I'd say.
Ride in: Temp 4'C Wind 15 ks NW
Ride home: Temp 10'C Wind 20ks NW
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