Mmm, leftovers. If there’s anything better than a turkey dinner, it’s a turkey breakfast, followed by a turkey lunch, followed by (wait for it) another turkey dinner.
Turkey sandwiches, turkey enchiladas, turkey quesadillas, turkey tacos, turkey soup — the possibilities are endless. Unfortunately, my belt is not, and so today between bouts of gluttony I slipped out for a leisurely bird-burning ride with Dr. Mickey von Schenkenstein.
I was supposed to be working, if the word can be used to describe the transferring of pixels from point A (let’s call this Belgium) to point B (your computer). But hey, everyone was either traveling (or trying to), riding their own bikes, battling connectivity issues or suffering tryptophan poisoning, so I said piss on it and took 90 minutes off for a ride in the middle of the workday, just like the real cycling journalists.
We didn’t exactly tear up the trails — neither of us had been on a bike for several days, for one reason or another — but it was good to be outdoors, sweating gravy and solving the world’s problems.
I got back to the office just in time to catch some incoming from Belgium plus a smallish plate of leftovers for energy. Hey, a guy’s got to refuel. …
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Time for your well-deserved relaxation after working, working out and fueling “the engine room”. Enjoy!
The sun finally returned in these parts today so I went out and rode. Managed to pick up some staple or tack for the first flat in awhile (last flat of the year?) but still enjoyed the ride. The weather is scheduled to hold for tomorrow, but alas I will be inside making sure that the chair does not suddenly defy gravity and fly away. OGWGFIW needs to maintain that title for at least a few more days, right?
The folks in SoCal must have finally caught up on their sunshine taxes as today was one of those days when you start to believe the insane cost of living here might be worth it! The smart half of our marriage was feeling a bit under-the-weather, probably due to some virus picked up from a snot-nosed nephew or two, so we enjoyed just a two-hour flat ride this morning. Yours truly will get out tomorrow for a more ambitious ride ahead of the next rainstorm, due to arrive on Wednesday. That will be the perfect excuse to hop in the car and visit our friends at Albabici in not-too-far-away Oxnard.
I just threw a left over turkey/wild rice/ brown rice/ whole wheat nobble/ and a bunch of other left over crap in the oven. Pieper, Willow, Toby, and the latest feline to join the family, Yoshi, all stare in wide wonder as to why all the good bits aren’t hitting their respective cat dishes, but are going in a big casserole dish. They’ll get their after we get ours. That’s the pecking order around here.
I just read that the mascot of the Air Force football team – a live gyrfalcon – went AWOL for a time. Didn’t want to return to Bibleburg? Another good reason besides the cold for Mia and Turk to remain inside in case the mascot gets another case of wanderlust.
Happy Belated Xmas Patrick, to you and yours. Me & missus had a flu bug for the holidays but managed to feast anyway. Got out yesterday for a couple miles of XC sliding which felt good. Hope to get out again before the 40+ temps and rain hit here on Friday. Sheesh.