Why Can't There Be More Days Like Tueday?

Yesterday morning's commute to work was nearly perfect. Cool weather, little wind and a kind of fresh dampness in the air from the rain. I would say that it was Zen like, but I don't know what that means. If I could have eliminated all the cars on my route, it would have been perfect. Work was, well work. Drink coffee, keep up with all the money Jon spent on equipment, answer the phone. I think it rang about a dozen times yesterday which is probably a record. The ride home was not as fun. There were a lot of dumb-asses on the road, in cars and on bikes. Cars were cutting off bikes (including me) at intersections. Cars parked in the bike lanes on Portland Ave. One dumb biker rolling through stoplights, not wearing a helmet. I caught him and dropped him between the lights, and then when I would stop and wait for the light to change he would pass me up by rolling through the light. Then I would pass him again until the next light. He had 2 close encounters with the same car at 2 different intersections. Idiot.

When I got home, I fired up the grill for one of those rare family dinners where we're all present, plus we had a guest of KyKy's from the neighborhood. We dined outside in the crappy back yard. The weather was lovely. I washed the SS Death Star for the second time in 3 weeks. Number of times I've washed my bikes in the last 7 months - 15. Number of times I've washed my car in the last 5 years - once, maybe. Finished up the evening by watching a movie, "Swingers." The movie is money, babies. Vince Vaughn is great, he's just starting to perfect the fast-talking, car dealer type character that he's done over and over since then. Not recommended for children or for those with any sense of moral propriety.