Discombobulations

Has it really been a week?

Damn, I am so discombobulated.

I think I broke my brain.

Remember that list of all those things I was gonna do? Yeah, well, that didn't happen.

But I did get around to moving us up and out of the basement and so thats nice. It was awesome falling asleep to moonlight and owl hoots and waking up this morning to sunshine and birdy chirps. Although it would be nice if the damn birds didn't start so early.

But this moving thing just cracked all sorts of holes in my "system". My "system" is what keeps me, the epitome of absentmindedness, from completely coming apart at the seams. I always put my keys, glasses, credit cards, and all those other little things in daily life, in the same EXACT location. Because, if I don't, it will be an hour long frantic search party.

So I have the new places for all my stuff, but I am not in tuned with it yet. And, this morning, when I arrived at work, I realized that I did not have any money or credit cards or riding clothes.

And the toaster is on E.

And I live about 35 miles from work.

And its gorgeous outside and I really really wanted to ride today. And I suppose I would like to get home somehow too.

Fortunately, I think I have a plan.

I have a little bit of cash in my saddle bag for just in casies. The only bummer will be that I actually have to go inside the gas station to ask to buy $5 worth of gas with a crumpled up old bill.

And I am picking up some bike clothes for Michael today from work for a photo shoot thingie he's doing this weekend and I can wear those on my ride. The only bummer there is that they are baggies. I look ridiculous in baggies. And they might be too small. I suppose tight baggies is even more ridiculous.

I hope I have my bike.