Bags of Bran

Now For an Update
July 7, 2010, 10:27 am
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It’s been a busy summer. Started things off with some meetings, at which some of the dearest people I know made some pleas for sobriety and awe to return to churches. Those pleas, which came from the depths of dry souls, will most likely resonate only within the four walls that contained us, but may their reverberations shake the age to come.

Cycling has been spotty with the monsoon season that has been pummeling Minnesota with multiple inches of rain per week. It is now July, and either the thermometer and the dew point are shaking hands with one another, or it’s thunder and lightning. Or, mosquitoes are eating you. I don’t take to whining, but I’m nursing my second bee sting on my left side this year: a yellowjacket flew into my jersey and tagged me right below my heart rate strap. He was still kickin’ and prickin’ after I swatted him, so I stripped off my jersey (just in time for a major rush of pedestrian traffic, of course) to evict him from my life and introduce him into the toothy end of the food chain. Mission accomplished.

I’m going for a ride today. It’s 85 degrees, little wind, dew point within a soft toss of the ambient temperature. It’s going to rain this afternoon, according to the space ships. We’re supposed to go ride at Murphy tonight (“we” referring to both a first-person referent and my coworkers) but I doubt that’s going to happen.

Farewell, my vast audience!


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