bagged

'Twas a rare night where Leah and I both were able to ride Critical Mass. A solid ten mile ride all-in-all, great turnout, excellent route, good people, and a night cap at my favorite pub for a pint and a cheese sandwich before the crowd there turned smokily obnoxious.

Successful day overall. Ran two miles in the morning then shot a roll of 120 on the ole Lubitel. Met my daily essay reading quota for my students, read in my DeLillo novel, and, as stated above, got in some key ride and beer time. Swell, swell.

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the beer drone.