Two rides, one day.

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I did get out again. You know, it sort of beats me up. My wind is weak, but so are my muscles. Though I doubt if you use the muscle package for pedaling a bike for... much more than pedaling a bike. This last ride I found part of the square of the city and... made it about a quarter of the way through it. I started becoming tuckered, so headed back, but ran into a head wind. It wasn't all that strong but it didn't need to be. Two short breaks on the way home and I was pretty pooped when I made it. Well, some of my muscles were tight and burning anyway. After a bit of jello-leg syndrome, I recovered just fine.

I still didn't get to dishes. But I might be up late again (or not). What the... Oh, I'll get to them. Sometimes I just plan more than I can really cover and that is just the way it is. I noticed if I don't count every block it actually helps to go farther. The problem with that though is I end up clean out of gas and pretty far from home. I still make it home though. But then I don't get to dishes. I simply haven't cooled down enough to gear back up. On the good side, I waved at a lot of town folk. Kids, adults, drivers, the lot. Yeah, I like this town.

Well, maybe watching a bit of television would get me to chill enough to make it into the kitchen and begin doing dishes. Hmm, maybe if I set things up to soak again, that would... yes... yes indeed. I'll let the dishwater cool while I cool and maybe I can get a couple of loads or three done before the night ends. I'll set things to a fresh soak, take a shower, watch some stupidtube, and then wash and put up what ever is in the soak. And lastly set the last little bit to soak for tomorrow. Later.