This is for cbustapeck

I went to the post office on my bike for a bit of exercise. Not a bad trip... almost eight miles. I rode windward out and leeward back, which is generally the easier way to do it.

No weekend is truly a lazy weekend which involves housework, spreadsheets (to prove the power of grade forgiveness -- amazing, really), and a 7+ mile bike ride, but I'm enjoying it pretty well. Honestly, if it didn't look like rain, I'd be riding to campus to drop off a few library books.

Poor jitterbug5bi5! She should be raking in the tips over the weekend, but she's got laryngitis and a stuffy head, so nobody's sure if she should be working. Fortunately she'll be seeing a doctor soon.

tacit has either a visitor or a sympatico neighbor; there are two cars with poly marriage bumper stickers on his block. Nice to know that nobody throws bricks through windshields around here for being honest about it. I'm thinking that there should be a somewhat less specific refutation that says (man) + (woman) = RESTROOMS.

Is cbustapeck still at work?

Just in case...

The rain never actually appeared, so I rode south to the USF library (the campus is designed to resist convenient vehicular travel, but it's not too bad on a bike).

When I got there, I recognized a bit of music in Starbucks that had been sampled for either Kanye West's "Gold Digger" or a remix thereof. It turned out to be Ray Charles' I Got a Woman.

And now it's time to take out the soggy teabags, add honey, and pour over ice. After ten miles of riding, I think it's time to relax and watch the boob tube.

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You keep using that word.

I do not think it means what you think it means.