This week is all over the place, and I feel like I have no idea what day it is. I feel like the weekend just happened and today is Monday. But it’s not. At least I don’t think it is.
Between the holiday, working different days than usual, and being the flesh sack of slack that I am, I’m all sorts of confused. All I know is that I did a morning dirt road ride two days ago that was a bit over 30 miles, the next day I did 23 miles in the late morning heat, and today I’m going to work some hours at the shop before the start of the weekend. Or Monday, I have no concrete idea of what day it is. I wish I had no concrete idea who I was. I guess that’s why there’s beer.
Anyway, I rode, I sweat like a pig in heat, and I took a few pics. I hope to do more of all of that in the coming days. Whatever days they might be.