Crack, crack them weary bones. I am tired. I rode my bike to work today. For the first time ever. I know I have talked about it before, but always something came in the way. Winter, rain, flat tyre, laziness.

But today, finally. And it was for the most part a good experience. I gave myself 30 minutes to get to work. It only took 20. So basically by taking the bike in the morning I will be able to sleep 20 minutes longer than if I take the bus. Huzzah. The ride home is harder, lots of uphill action. But I still get home quicker than if I take the bus. So that's great really. I shall try to bike as often as possible. The question is how much my legs can take. But when I get back in the hang of things then hopefully it won't be a problem. I can't take the bike tomorrow because I have therapy, I need to take the bus for that.

Did I mention my therapy has been moved? Only this week and next week. Normally I go on Wednesdays, at one o'clock. But this week I have to go to the hospital on Wednesday for my examination. And next week my therapist has something she needs to do. So we have rescheduled to Tuesday morning. 9 am. And then I'll go to work when that's done.

Anyway, I'm happy about the biking thing. Should've started doing that a long time ago. It'll be good for me, I'm sure. Just one little bad thing happened. I was the victim of horrible road rage. Yes, it's true. Some asshole on a scooter or moped or something followed me and yelled at me. Bastard. Here's what happened: I was riding along, minding my own beeswax. This guy comes out of a driveway or something. He just swings right out in front of me. So I have to slow down to avoid ramming in to him. Then I'm driving behind him. We come to a crossroad. The light is green. He starts slowing down, as if he's stopping. He's also riding practically in the middle of the lane. So I'm starting to get confused and insecure because I've never ridden my bike downtown before. So I overtake him. On his left side. You're not supposed to do that of course. My mistake. But maybe if he hadn't been slowing down in the middle of the lane I wouldn't have... anyhoo, he gets all crazy and starts following me. Yelling at me. There's a red light ahead so I stop for that. And he comes up by the side of me and keeps yelling at me. Asking me if I want him to push me over. Geez. Even if I did do something wrong, what the hell kind of behaviour is that? If I had been less meek and repressed I would have started yelling back at him about how he swung out in front of me, about how he slowed down in the middle of our lane. And about how it's really, really stupid to start yelling at other people in traffic. Christ almighty.

Oh well. I swung to the right and that's the last I saw of him. It upset me though. I'm just overly sensitive. It made me want to cry. I didn't though. Just took a little time at work to compose myself. And I'm not going to let that jerk stop me from taking the bike in the future.

I miss my goats.

That's the worst thing about taking the bike. I don't ride by the playground. When I take the bus then I can get off right at the playground. Then I can spend some time with the animals and then go home. When I take the bike I have to ride uphill for a while. Then I'll get home and be all exhausted and my legs will be tired. And if I want to see the animals then I'll have to get up and walk up to the playground. But I'll manage. I love my pets, doesn't matter how tired I'll be I'll still go up there.

Just not today. Which is why there is such an alarming lack of pictures.

I'll have to see if I can do something about that tomorrow.