The day lost to a stuffy head, a sore throat, a queasy stomach, and a few achy teeth. Apparently it was another gorgeous day to be had out there in the string of glorious days that have graced our corner of the world, a world in which otherwise there is so much weather wreaking havoc. It would have been great to take out the Bianchi on a fire road for its maiden ride in dirt and dust. Pretty as she is, even with the “sexy” Celeste blue handlebar tape (as one reviewer saw it), I think she’ll be happy to be spun around in places where the stylishly knobby tires can finally get a grip on themselves in their element….
But it was just as good to catch up with the long trail of neglected emails, as well as reading a good chunk of last weekend’s The New York Times, the actual paper version, while sipping cup after cup of tea with lemon from my tree and honey from the wildflowers of Marin. And to drop off and snooze a little in between reading and writing. And to wake up just in time to catch the last rays of the sun illuminating the ridges of the mountain that is now beckoning to me in new ways … or should I say with new trails?