It’s Tuesday, which means that I used up all of my “good” material yesterday. I’m sitting at my desk wondering about what I will be writing today…
A True Recovery Ride
Last night I drove to Peachtree Bikes for the Monday night recovery ride. What can I say, after riding fifty miles on Sunday I actually needed to recover.
For the first time this season I may have gotten a little more recovery that for which I asked. I was not the caboose on this ride. Unlike the handful of guys who couldn’t take the slower pace and broke off, I hung with the slower pack because I didn’t want to push myself again, and I knew exactly how it felt to be the guy holding up the group, so I wanted to show support to the guy who came out to ride a “no drop” ride.
Today being Tuesday means that I have a rest day, mostly because I have German class tonight so I can’t fit in any other post-work activity.
That’s Not A Spicy Meatball
Because I got home late last night, it was well after 9:00pm once I pulled into the driveway, I had little desire to make a production of dinner. I just needed something to put into my belly.
I settled on cooking up some frozen meatballs and smothering them with some of the sauce and cheese that I had leftover from Sunday night’s pizza.
Holy crap, I just realized that I could have heated up some of these meatballs and put them on the pizza as a topping! Next time. Next. Time.
Getting The A/C Checked?
Through an Angie’s List deal I am supposed to have someone come to the ITP Estate and check out its air conditioner. I say “supposed to” because I need to call the company back, I missed their call yesterday, and give them more information, they did not specify what information they needed in their message. I’m hoping that their visit is not contingent upon the information provided, because I am not sure if I can answer questions about my current air conditioner.
The nights during which I can open the bedroom window and suck in cool air are coming to an end so I’d like to ensure that the house has a fully-functional air conditioner as soon as possible.
If You’re Like Me
If you’re like me you notice things. These may not be important things, but they are things nonetheless.
On my many trips to Asheville / Black Mountain I pass a small store called Hamrick’s. It’s one of those storefronts that remind me of the small stores of my youth.
Little did I know that Hamrick’s has many locations, but I noticed on this trip that “my” Hamrick’s is closing.
Oh well, change is inevitable.