My apologies to George Clinton. But I’ve been overcome with a deep funk in the past two days, and it’s not good for my biking.
There’s no good reason for it. The weather couldn’t be better. We even turned off our air conditioning yesterday for the first time all summer. Work is going reasonably well — at least there are no crises to deal with. On the domestic scene, all is okay — a little extra paperwork details to attend to, and we’re tearing our hair out over a computer problem. None of these should affect my biking.
But something is. I fully intended to ride when I got home today. Never did. Something else always seemed to come up, and next thing I knew, it was 7 o’clock, and daylight was running out.
Recently, my wife and I saw “Gone With the Wind” on the big screen in an old restored movie palace. I feel a bit like Scarlet O’Hara: “Fiddle-dee-dee. Tomorrow is another day.”
A biking day.