Tragedy.

It's been a long day and I'm tired.  Yesterday was my cheat day so I ate pasta and garlic bread and dessert even; as I said, it was a cheat day.  Oddly enough, my total calorie intake wasn't that bad really.  I even rode my bike for a little bit.

Today is not a cheat day.  I was going to grill up cheeseburgers so I needed to watch my calories before dinner.  I did, all is well.  The kids went to bed and I'm going for a bike ride.  I'm not even going to pull a trailer behind me.  Then tragedy.  My bike has a flat.  To make matters worse I'm out of inner tubes and patches.

Fine.

I can put off riding until manana.  During the day I can go to the store and grab the needed equipment.  That doesn't help me since I want to ride right now.  I like going out at night on Sundays.  I can zip by houses so quick each house is like a photograph to me.  A glance to the left and I see an open garage door with guys smoking cigars and watching the game.  A glance to the right and I see the moving van just starting to unload.  I've moved at night and I know how much fun that is.  The air is full of laundry detergent and the occasional smokey smell from someones grill.

The night is full of anticipation.  The kids are going to school in the morning and the parents are going to work.  Sunday night is that twilight time between play and responsibilities.  When I'm out riding I can feel that mixture.  It's exhilarating.