Tonight we have guests for dinner. I’m making a bunch of Mexican food including camarones, a defiant seafood purchase (Ralph hates anything that flops around in the ocean – except, oddly, tuna sandwiches – the more ghetto the better).
Yesterday I biked a little over nine miles with the kids – and groceries. My trip got heavier and heavier, and windier and windier (the rain was pretty much a constant). Plus there were these bright ideas I had at the middle Swansons of picking up – on a whim – self-rising flour, buttermilk, and tinned goods – thereby adding massive amounts to my payload.
I had a dream last night my Xtracycle was up and running. It was almost pornographic.