As I wait out this morning’s storms I have eaten a breakfast of one hard-boiled egg (the second one proved to be too much work to peel) and a short stack of pancakes. I need to find that method of peeling hard-boiled eggs in a bowl.
This morning I will be fighting traffic to go to La Fitness, before driving a shit-ton of dirty clothes to Chamblee. My timing to run out of clean underwear for tomorrow, unless I do laundry today, coincides perfectly with my plans to meet my fried Darren at El Pollo Norteño for lunch.
Tonight I will attending a “mystery” dinner in Oakhurst. The dinner, which is put on by Urban Explorers of Atlanta, appears to be a progressive dinner during which we will visit three restaurants in Oakhurst. If you have ever been to Oakhurst you know that we will not have to walk far to accomplish this.
In the time between lunch and dinner I will be learning Swift and applying for a job about which I have heard. Ugh.
Wee Little Bit: Trail Whisperer
On my ride about town, which was nearly the exact ride I took last week, I came across another hash trail. This time I was out on the Dekalb Stone Mountain Path near Avondale Estates. I lost this trail, which appeared to be older than the others I have found, quickly and made no effort to pick it up again.
I think it is weird to find so many trails in town in such a compressed time frame.