Recalibration

After rereading my last blog post, typed on my phone in the delirious haze induced by a lack of sleep, I am reminded of the virtues of brevity, especially when phone-created posts put all the photos at the end.

Tonight I was in a funk. I'm trying to figure out what working from home means for me, schedule and biking-wise, and how to be most productive and yet emerge from my cave.

I took the dogs (Piper and dog-sittee Bailey) for a long walk, which helped. I then had the option of going to my dance class for the first time in months or going for a bike ride. I opted for the latter. I wanted to move swiftly, outside.

I realized, while riding, that I had to adjust my route to avoid areas I prefer not to ride through alone in the dark. So, I took a route that allowed me to see some toads. I take that as a good omen.

One thing I learned: after you clean the gum (yes, not sure how that happened) out of your bike cleats and adjust the tension on your pedals, your feet might come unclipped much more easily than planned, which is better than the alternative reality in which I was living.

Second thing I learned: you have to stop pedaling if you take pictures in the dark and expect them to turn out.