Remember this week I mentioned that if I have a bad day, I’m not gonna whinge and moan and get psychotic about it and chastise myself endlessly? Just gonna get up in the morning and get back on the bike?
Well, depending on your point of view, this might have been
one of those days.
Had coffee for breakfast. Nothing for lunch, and a coffee
for dinner…then kinda gave in to an urge. Have felt the call of Hammersmith all
day long – Hammersmith, longer term readers will remember, being the location
of the only remaining Cranberry store in London. Cranberry being a store I used
to visit habitually – and I do mean habitually – for fruits and nuts. Went to
Hammersmith tonight, got myself a bag of fruit and nuts, which included some
honey cashews.
So there.
Bless me Father for I have sinned, and enjoyed it, and
will get up in the morning and get on the freakin’ bike. Was planning of course
to do some pre-work walking, but as the country dabbles with the idea of snow,
I’m persuaded that possibly working up a sweat in my own bedroom (insert your
own ever-so-witty comment here – I’ve been up for 17 hours and can’t manage it.
Shurrup, I’m told it happens to all men occasionally) is the way to go.
(Dribbles aimlessly into keyboard)…SO out of practice at
this UberCommute business…
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