Tempurpedic

Sometimes the arms raise up out of the bed and (maybe it's the bed itself) hold me down for a 6 or 7 hours, 8 just doesn't happen but when a good night gives you the chance... I have my pieces and my fog. Now, I have the chemistry of a good sleep coursing through the micro tears to repair them, like a slow leak. I'll try to put the puzzle together.

Tank

Emptying the tank just enough everyday, a little fuel left, forage for the rest. 

In and out

I rode in with this, the right amount of time, recipes seem to come together with so many fresh views. Only cooked at bit more into a wonderful little stew. Pieces of the octopus added in for good measure. Looking clearer, the week of rain has left us with fog in to the day, not on either side but right into the middle. Listen, regular Spring? No complaints...

 

I love my mullet

Perfect machine to get work done in the rain. Comfortable to a fault. Stable as a mountain goat on Adderall.

Press

Struggling to get the taste of sleep out of my mouth and start the day rolling. Press pot instead of espresso, it's quieter. Less chance to wake up the house, and it offers a little early morning solitude.

Growler

I never really got to the place that was comfortable, going from the ease of the neutral start to a muddy steep jeep road climb, I found myself on the front for most of it, till T-Brown and Kelly passed me just before the top. The legs got going better than the lungs, fluid only in the phlegm. That started the high range suffer that lasted almost three hours. A solid time for 50k went out with the flat less than 5k from the finish. Lacking any real rhythm and good air I resorted to a tube in the tire to limp in well off the time I had going. The long descent to the finish would have been impossible with an empty front tire. The phlegm and rain added to the mix making it into a pleasant pancake batter in spots. The few times the sun peeked out the air got sweet and tasty. Candy to breathe. Like jumping up and down on a see-saw, never sure if the plank is going to be there. Every turn around a rock outcropping a mystery. Fluid in the phlegm, finished and wet, limped back to town.

I know that tomorrow my mitochondria will get a solid workout. I can already taste the blood...

Spooky

I pissed off a crow the other day. It was standing on the side of the path as I rolled by, on the other side, a few meters away. Whatever it was it didn't like what I did, he chased me for about 200 meters and swooped down two or three times. More fascinated than scared, I accelerated a bit and our conversation was over.

Awake

Opening up and throwing it out there in the rain. I have the rain cape but it ends there, cold and wet, I should have worn a latex suit, mmmmm. that sounds comfy.