Short One

Rode home and nothing of note happened, except I was spaced off while riding, missed a turn, and ended up taking the easy way home instead of the calorie-burner like planned. Next time.

Got to rip off another band-aid in the next couple of weeks: Grama's furniture needs a new home. She has some good pieces but no one has room for them. Gonna have to suck it up and move them out next week.

And I haven't done anything to get ready for my classes which begin in two weeks. Academic panic is a good motivator.

It's funny how the most obvious things slip under the radar when your mind is elsewhere. I mentioned at Grama's memorial at how two of her grandsons had jobs that linked them directly to her (doctor and world traveler), but I forgot to mention the third grandson (me) who teaches in higher ed, just like Grama and Grampa used to. I missed that completely. Weird.

I named my bike, since women seem to think men name everything (especially the steely stuff between our legs)(my bike, you potty mind). You may call him Dollar, since I always seem to be spending money on it. The other, more truthful reason, is it was this actor's favorite horse and appeared in more films with him that any other ride.