this was a grinding blister-rubbing week. i’d like to block all the annoyingness from my mind, and with a few more beers i probably…no, vow…to do so. i even feel better just saying that. workouts were rapidly sliding under on my 48-hour forecast. I ducked and bolted at almost 8pm for some fast and spurious with a pack full of sketchy batteries, got stuck by a palo verde trying to do a wall ride in a totty neighborhood, then buzzed along at about 85% for an hour and a half through the dark corners of a self-inflated zip code. I sunk into my tunes, and figured out how to write ‘dick’ backwards, i think i can do it with chapstick on a rear window before someone texting will notice.

i saw no reason to ride a swath of dirt and asphalt when i came out onto the Westworld trail towards the end, and mapped the cart path through the golf course in the darkness. oh sweet greens and artificial lakes, Kila and i have missed thee.I was so pumped i went back and got her. i should have done this sooner.

The 2 mile approach was easy for The Rocket in winter, she ran spiritedly along the greens for another mile, and dove into the lake while i celebrated happy hour. Wow that made me feel better. Turned into a tidy sum of mileage for the evening.

We are putting on a birthday party for the girls tomorrow. i have no idea how it will go. They have no friends, just a bunch of kids at school. i feel like this is a failing of my parenting, of where we’ve moved them, of how we let her watch tv instead of get involved. it should be a fun party, lots of entertainment and snacks. i uncovered the pool table, and played a game for the first time since moving in. I discovered another cool little feature about the new house: the laptop is at perfect standing height.