Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race. –H.G. Wells
This morning during my run, I heard a bicycle bell from behind me. I waved without looking, and a moment later a woman passed on her bicycle, calling out good morning.” She had a couple of panniers and looked to be on her way to work. Now that is the way to commute.
It beat the hell out of the guy a couple blocks earlier that almost ran me down as he flew through a stop sign – clearly not expecting anyone to not be in a car at the pre-dawn hour. I have been calling it pumpkin hour (get home before you turn into one), but today I decided to call it vampire hour – now that all the sucking and biting is over, you must return to your own castle before the sun peeks over the horizon, lest you turn to dust.
Anyway.
Other randomness? THE ALGORITHM CONSTANTLY FINDS JESUS. Yeah, you can thank me later.