Name suggested by Anne H. It is the perfect name, given my love for Trader Joe's. I don't miss the man in Scottsdale, but I sure do miss that store. And I'm writing this because I'm stalling. I do NOT want to take Cha-Cha and Trainer Joe out for a spin this morning. I'm wearing my but-I-don't-wanna pants this morning. Actually, I'm sitting here, all decked out and ready to ride and I need to just get up and eat the frog. If you eat the frog the first thing in the morning, the day can only go up from there.
I've been riding every morning and spending the minimum of fifteen minutes on my soul/spirit/personal development reading each day. So far, so good.
I'm glad to be seeing this week in the rearview. Not one of my all-time favs. Not much going on this weekend. Bick is coming into town tonight. He's going shopping for some bigger pants (and a treadmill), an office chair and a few other sundry items. I'll fix us dinner - a gift of that food pie that Oprah loves. I googled it up to get serving suggestions and folks are in one of two camps - either they love it or hate it. I have no real clue how this will go tonight. I'm sure we won't starve. And we'll probably catch a movie, although we've seen the only two that are of much interest to us.
Shhh! It's a secret. Bick's bday is coming up soon and I got him this as his small present. It's for Farrah. How's that for a blast from the past. I think he'll get a kick out of it. I also found him an old cassette by F0ghat that will go well with the theme.
Speaking of Sl0wride, I need to get my ass out of this chair and onto my bike.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Even if you ride slow, ride.