Ah, we're here. Spring. Sweetness. I celebrated the transition by adding motivation to my cockpit: Fresh white bar tape. Yum. It makes you feel faster....even when you are as pathetically behind the 8 Ball as I am these days.
I wonder what the equivalent of fresh white bar tape is for the working world. I need to spend some time thinking on that....
In at midnight last night again and awoke with a start literally thinking the hotel's alarm did not wake me up and I was late for a meeting. And there I was, in my own bed with the sweet sound of my children downstairs playing and the rustling of the newspaper in my wife's hands and the pitter patter of the puppies feet on the wood floor. That was a remedy in itself. I will be changing things soon so I can shut up about that side of my 3 part teeter totter which has been anchored on the ground...imbalancing everything.
With kids off to school, I suited up and grooved with the new white tape, thoughts about what to do and grooving amongst the trees spurting buds that are doing their damnedest to turn into full fledged flowers. So close. It's so close. What a time if I can execute on this escape. Spring is here.