and so he sleeps

A mysterious beeping from one of the appliances in my office ... it's driving me batty.

Outside the window there swims a milkydew layer of fog, covering up, hiding,
everything.

In walks a co-worker, almost slumped, asking ~ 'is today the first day of fall?'

... yes.

yes it is.


I think of Keillor reminding us that cold stimulates intelligence. And as I says, the changing of the seasons forces us to remember ... we too change.
inevitably.

- - -

Saw the newly proposed couple, Josephine Beggs and Andrew Jack-Mayonaise, a couple evenings back. She was fresh off her enduro-shot at World's mtb marathon and he was not-so-fresh from a few days in a plane traveling from wherever and whatever he does for Specialized engineering. Personally, I think they are entirely too pretty of a pair for cycling ... they draw crowds and attract attention in a way that certainly inhibits pro level riding.

Andy is eyeing a few UCI races this season and looks to be getting a bit of that sparkle in the eye that can't be interpreted in any other way than ... form.

Josie was disappointed with her World's results ... and is a bit worried that she won't be able to snatch the speed out of the air for the cross races up-coming. She'll be fine, especially if she gets a chance to race in some uber-nasty weather conditions.

She stomps on that shyte.


My honey and I, on the other hand, are soooo fair weather types.

'tis true.

I mean, we love watching boys and girls slosh through the buckets of muck and snort out the goop from the other side ... but ~ do we have to do it? Do we have to actually get that stuff in our hair?

Let's be candid here - we don't just fall out of bed looking this fabulous.


and, it seems a damn shame to spoil all that gorgeousity by throwing mud and sand and snow up our noses.