On Wednesday, I was up at 5:30 to coffee up and dump out ASAP so I could get to the trails before a line of thunderstorms began moving into the area.

Sadly by the time I got to the end of the street, there was a black wall of clouds to the west, and west is where I needed to be.

With that, I did a U-turn and was back at the Cul-De-Sac-Shack in 30 seconds. Shit.

It seemed rather fitting not to hike today, given that my mood is about as dark as those storm clouds. A mood best reserved for The Bed of Torment and pointlessly talking with Wifey about why I’m so fucked with no answers found.

Oh well, at least the coffee was still fresh when I got home from my 30-second drive. I have my bi-weekly appointment with the OG Mindbender later; maybe she can help a brother out or, at the very least, slap me across the face with some dead fish and knock some of the self-loathing out of me. It worked the last time.

Only have 11 miles in my feetz so far this week, and Thursday looks to be a shit show of getting B’s car tuned up, getting myself to the eye doctor, and trying to find time for a hike.

I’ll post some of Tuesday’s photos in the next post: no time right now, the Mindbender beckons.

Later.