Shuddering

It's nice in a way to feel underexercised as it means I've got into the habit of doing something pulsey every day and miss it when it doesn't happen. It's a bit like my daily obsession with eating apples.

Took myself off on the bike along by the water this evening which was good. The smell of the decaying trees was welcome as it means my favourite season's approaching. What wasn't pleasant once again were the clouds of creatures flying in my gob. The other noticeable thing about the passing of time was the speedy nightfall; the overhanging trees meant I had to cycle the last wee bit in the dark, spooking myself out and imagining hairy trolls grabbing me from the undergrowth.

No cheese for me tonight.