Aaaaahhhhhhhh

It was looking rainy when I got off work this morning after a long, long night, and I did NOT want to ride my bike home. But I had to move on to the day job, and the bus would just take too damn long. The beauty is, by the time I hit downtown I was feeling so alive and happy. It amazes me each time how that little morning ride wakes me up and lifts my spirits. Driving home in the morning, by contrast, was just numbing, a further extension of the trauma of being up all night. Of course, there were the tunes . . . that was sweet. That's the one part of driving I really, really miss . . .