whitebread

Several of you have asked about my status (message), and while it represents a number of things, here is the most important:
I need to actively work at reminding myself to feel good about the little things I get right. For whatever reason, my mind is trained to wash, rinse and repeat the bad things. I even find myself growing nervous if I briefly manage to forget something that caused a pit-of-my-stomach feeling–like it’s vastly important to remember to rehash whatever it was. All this is just another part of living right now, but framed like this it comes more naturally for me.

18 days until I go back to the doctorb. (The extra b is for bargain). Who knows how long after that I’ll be “allowed” on the bike, but as GK pointed out, being allowed to ride and riding are not the same thing. At any rate, the longer they make me wait the larger the area of affect will be–if you get my drift. And if you don’t, let me say this: drive carefully.

It occurred to me this morning that, though I really like winter and the cold, rarely is it winter in my dreams. Which might be why I like winter so much. For a few hours each night, I get to be in summer anyway, and summer all the time is too much.

Happy Valentines day to you all (and particularly to b) — or if you don’t celebrate it, I wish you happiness anyway.

Yesterday was the last of the 26th revolution; I’m now starting lap #27. Pop ran some of the numbers, but he didn’t include this one: 15,186,311,946 miles down, ? to go.

B came through–with skill, I might add–on celebrating the completion of #26 without requiring any planning/decision making on my part.

Tomorrow I’m giving J a present for my birthday, so if you were late in getting your present in the mail to me, the thanks may be a little late in coming.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some ass to kick in my code.