I'm thankful for simple things. Like when I can cruise thru a yellow light before it becomes red, or finding a stainless steel collander at Big Lots for 4 bucks. But today, I'm more thankful that it has become a Friday. This shitty productive week has been shoved aside - swept into the calendar as a writeoff of sorts. Time to just relax for a moment, when the spirit moves itself until about 11pm Sunday when I can start to completely stress about the new work week.
 photo by d. scott gregory Tired on deck, awaiting snow click on photo to enlarge |
I don't "live for the weekends" like that crappy 80s tune suggested - I relish the time...MY time off from work over the course of two days. It's not Church, it's not the bar....it's just MY time. We all have it, selfish of sorts - when not obligated to do familial or chore type tasks. This weekend will be of that nature. I have a clean house. I have no obligations to get anything done - the domestic barometer is clear of any responsibility (except Sunday eve - dinner with parents).
We are supposed to get between 5-10 inches of snow on Saturday (tomorrow) - oh the drama. It doesn't feel like snow, it may happen. I'm prepared for it. But I'll miss a day of cycling...sucks to be me, but...I can do other thangs. I refused to be stressed over such trivialities. May be the perfect day to be snowed in to catch up on some well deserved sleep, do my taxes..and crack open the software to create/revise my will. Hell...I should get a sled and go out and enjoy the splendor of the nothingness that snow renders this area useless. Maybe create a snow angel for the hell of it.
My workday was very busy...to the point that the day slid by faster than a Olympic Bob Sled Team on steroids. I finished up work and went out on a really chilly training ride out towards Peonean Springs - only a mere 34 miles to and fro. I was saddled up with this dude who commutes daily from his home in Lovettsville to Ashburn (he says it takes him 90 minutes to bike it - he's very healthy, early 40s....and was a talker). Before I said farewell to him, he said "I've been doing this commute for 3 years...daily...my wife thinks I'm crazy...with a capital C. But, she thinks it shows determination..and character, even though she thinks that I'm a crazy motherfucker, but she loves me for it - because she knows it makes me happy which makes her happy..."
I thought about that last comment on the way home. Made me smile.
Life is good - let it snow, let it snow, I have a dream, let it snow.....