Well, I did it. I tried the riding with traffic approach and it worked. I never saw anyone coming close to me on the road so it was a much more relaxing ride. However, my legs were sore from the yoga so it took me longer to get to work. Oh well, I wasn't so anxious to get there afterall.I was worried that Jack got run over on his way to work, so had to call him when I arrived. He decided not to come in. No kudos for riding my bike to work (he's been giving me a hard time b/c I've not been riding it).
I came home and started writing. I've had the itch lately. This one is an autobiography. I might publish it -- on a different blog under a secret name. I just got to birth so I've not gone very far and I don't intend to extend it through adulthood. So it's probably not worth reading anyway. Fun to write though.
There are a ton of people riding to work these days. Flagstaff is only 7-miles end to end, so it makes sense. The cool thing is, everyone is smiling and happy, waving and saying hi. It's a pretty positive way to start the day, besides getting in some exercise and trying to put the Bush cronies out of business. That last part makes me the most happy. sss
I colored my hair yesterday, myself. After that last $100 highlight turned into a full-on golden glory, I had to do something with those roots. shew! I'm a little ashy. To have my hair perfect is so impossible since Marzi moved away anyway. I may just go oh-natural from now on. Not really.
