Tuesday

Still stuck on non-fiction.

These short weeks always test my ability to keep my days straight. I spent much of my morning referring to tomorrow as Tuesday. I'm like most people in that I like the longer weekend, but unless I really work on my mental acuity, I have that tendency to think that the first workday of the week is Monday.

Monday was a successful day for me. Got to The Arsenal for the Memorial Day ceremony, then over to Rock Island for the Criterium for a while. Also was efficient at home and got my yard mowed, and had time to get out for a quick 15 miler before dinner (which gave me 23 for the day). The Arsenal deal was a bit of a drag. The increased security made it something less than pleasant. It was like they really didn't want people there, and certainly not a bicyclist. Somebody must have screwed up on a security exercise on the Arsenal in the past, and these MP's were definitely not going to let it happen again.

There has been one Momma's Boy left in my front tree from the robin's nest in my side tree. Mom continues to bring snacks, but she is really getting impatient. The nestling has moved from branch to branch several times, but he's having quite a time leaving home. Does this give an illustration of humans or not? He was still there late this afternoon, and mom was sitting on a nearby branch chirping and fluttering her wings as if to say, "Leave!"

Basso killed 'em in the Giro. 24 sucked in the Coca Cola 600. Not a good weekend for my fav's.

Today was the start of my "summer dress code." That now means that I wear shorts most days. Wasn't all that long ago that I was wearing suits everyday. Then it was "business casual" for the summer. Now this. It is what it is.

When I was in middle school and high school, this would have been prime baseball time. I think we only had a couple of games a week, but we practiced at least a couple of other days, and then later on when I played American Legion ball, it was everyday, and double headers on the weekends. And the hot days like we had last weekend were common. Parents had to die going to all those games. Sounds like Matt is still doing it.

So I hope you have all recovered from your weekend. Good luck to everyone in getting done their own agendas. It isn't always easy, but keep your eye on the ball.

Be careful out there.