This week has been a rollercoaster shit show of good days, bad days, a swell 49th birthday, COVID angst, life angst, adulting, a crap walk in the woods that yielded not one photo I liked, a somewhat OK ride south of town, and a few hours at the shop.
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Other than feeling like a hot sack of shit, Wednesday’s ride was pretty darn, not bad. I got a few photos I dug (seen here), but most of the ride, I wondered why I was even doing it. In the end, I still don’t know why I was doing it (habit?) but was sort of happy I went. These days “sort of” is good enough for me.
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Later.