fuck

Yeah, that was at 8 AM this morning.  101 degrees might suck on the way home today.

Did that stop me from riding?  No.  It's not going to be any better on the train.

Actually, the baby's 3 AM feeding turning into a triple diaper changing and not going back to bed might be the bigger factor at this point.  That was not awesome.

Current beer-scale: 9.2

yeah, that's fucking awful

this gets me through

Is he looking at me?

Are you sure he's alright?

Okay, I'll say hi.

These two are getting along more and more, and it's heartbreakingly adorable to see.  Other than the whiskey I had late last night, the thought of having that level of cuteness to come home to is getting me through a Monday where I didn't really have it this morning.

Current beer-scale: 5.5

I (almost) see dead people

Pardon the 10-year old reference, but I thought I was going to see someone die yesterday on the way home.  The Montrose intersection of the path is not the time to prove how fast you are.  People heading to the dog beach at the end of a long work week or leaving the park before it gets too crowded don't give a shit that you're that much faster than everyone else.  They don't like cyclists, and they especially don't like to stop. 

Take it easy and make sure you're around to do the same thing tomorrow.  Yikes.

Current beer-scale: 8.2