Kill two birds

Nesting.
They have a name for it and I got it.

I should be out riding. I should spend my lunches seeing how many miles I can get in, in only 60 minutes. I should be charging my lights and hooking up with the hillbillies for some nightriding mayhem, followed by beer drinking bonding.

I should be seeing how fast I can go down a descent I can't see. I should be showing up at the Specialized ride and taking pulls on the flats. I should be coming home cold and exhausted.

But instead, I want nothing more than to come home and
build a bookcase.

Or shop for just the right length curtain rod. Or that perfect lamp.

I want to put snugglie blankets on the couch and firewood in the stove and light sandalwood scented candles.

I want to clean the oven and organize the pantry.

I dont know if its the cold weather, or that I found true love, or that hormones are trying one last gasp....

but I sure wish it would stop.