Difficulty. Wouldn’t it be great if I could write something that took more than 15 minutes of my attention.
I never have. I never will.
Such is the true meaning of life for a man with the attention span of a gnat.
Of course I’ve never read anything of any consequence from any gnats. Maybe their works are out there. I can’t say I know anything of them.
Fin
Early morning. 6:30ish. Sky is 25 shades of grey and blue. Another hot one coming. Alone in the subdivision, except for the neighbor lady walking her steps. Says hi and looks at me like I'm weird. Every time. 16 miles. Day in. Day out. wheels spinning, smoothly. gears shift, breaks break. It's about steam release ... letting loose the crap from the day just past. Do it again tomorrow and then some more every day. Life in the fast lane. Summer 2025. How many more? Only Strava can tell.
Fin
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| Subdivision Gang. |
