I had a little extra load today, as I was carrying a bag of dirty shirts to the cleaners and a $45 bottle of wine to give to my former boss. I probably looked like a
well better dressed version of the weird guy that picks up cans and odd trash for recycling.
On the way home, I took my time. As I rolled up to the house, my son was standing in the yard waving his arms. Apparently, his ride to marching band fell through, and he was late. We rushed to school, but didn’t make in time to avoid the wrath of the evil band director. I told him not to worry about it, but he still seemed pretty bugged by the whole thing (he takes after his dad).
Miles Ridden: 8.3