bad day update
Harvey is blessedly napping now at noon time, like a normal, happy, well-adjusted toddler. I have never been so thankful for a successful nap put-down before, and it's been a long 20 months. So perhaps the sleep strike is off for a bit (or at least picket lines have been crossed.) He woke up lots in the night, but he was cheery and compliant this morning, and we not only cleaned the kitchen but made a trip to stop&shop to redeem $80 worth of spare change and even worked valiantly on our ABCs. I'm accepting that it's okay to have a bad day now and again. This is, er, an ongoing lesson for me.
the vagaries of winter cycling
the back trail
That was yesterday. Today was as I tweeted this morning. Conditions were suboptimal, especially alongside the landfill where a brownish sludge is seeping out, filling the space between the snowbanks, and freezing solid. I'm sure it's non-toxic—there's nothing in that dump but good old chemically-fertilized grass clippings and leaves—but it was certainly slippery.
gross and very slick
I took a pretty good spill, but I wasn't hurt except for my pride and my genitals. You have to laugh at falling on your bike as an adult: it isn't something that is generally done past the age of six or so. Though I can't laugh too much, since when I fell on Monday I pulled a muscle in my ribs or something, and I notice it when I sneeze or breathe too much. Leah says it would get better faster if I took a day off of biking, but then I'd miss beautiful early-morning scenes like the one that heads this post or the photo below. Never mind that it was taken just moments after my fall: still pretty!
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