Missing an old friend
Sunday morning I rode my bike out to the lakefront wearing a tee shirt and shorts – it’s that crazy time of year weatherwise here in New Orleans where one day is balmy, the next is dry and crisp, and the next is cold. You don’t know what to wear at any given time. But being back on my bike for the first time since my peel was wonderful – my solo Sunday mornings – after a nice tucked in solo Saturday evening.
I spent the afternoon and evening on Saturday at my desk getting work done that keeps getting pushed to the back. It felt good to finally have the space to address it.