I think I accidentally channeled Paul Westerberg on Friday night with my happy night bike ride haiku. On the way to rowing on Saturday morning, I heard him sing this on the radio: "We watched the sun fall down and I hop on my bike; still that night."
This only struck me because, well, I don't really like Paul Westerberg that much. (I might now get kicked out of Minnesota.)
So, I'm feeling guilty. I planned to do a big ride today, but skipped it. It was a beautiful day, but I tweaked my almost better back when at rowing practice yesterday, and decided to keep it more straight than is possible on my road bike. Instead, I did yard work for six hours. Our house no longer looks abandoned and spooky. Now it just looks neglected.
Why guilt? Because I know in two months, when the weather is crappy, I won't have fond memories of doing yard work but could've had a memorable ride. Oh well. I bet my neighbors like me better now.
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