I really like those Saturday mornings when the house is quiet and I am the only one awake.

I now have 8 silver-white hairs on my head---7 more than last time I noticed, which was just a couple of months ago. It runs in my family to go gray early, but it is still a little weird to see them popping up all of a sudden. I'm not ready to be old...

The young Asian hipster girl with the bullring nose piercing at Polermo Coffee called my bike 'delectable' yesterday. What? I was sitting there, quietly enjoying a hot cup of black goodness, and she came shuffling over, murmuring and ogling, then with just the right sort of lazy, sneering slur, she says: "Your bike is the most delectable fixed gear I have ever seen." Okay. I would like to flattered, considering all the hours and effort and planning it took to get it into the nice shape it is in, and I do usually swell with pride when it gets noticed around town, especially by cool-looking people...but, 'delectable???' Thanks for the thought honey, but that just gives me the creeps. Still, it was sincere appreciation...I guess.

...AC is amazing

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