All my neighbors and both my parents are out of town for the holiday weekend. This leaves me, the humble college graduate, to run from house to house and take care of everyone’s dogs. I have a friend working for Lockheed Martin and another traveling North America. And here am I, juggling canine households.

I’ve started riding my bike a rather outlandish amount. Even just for running errands around the area, like depositing checks at the bank (I am very rich) or returning library books (I am very well-read). Twenty five miles round trip to church? WHY NOT?! There’s a certain meditative quality to it, rubber humming on the heated road as streaks of sweat (I call it “victory water”) sting your eyes.

I’m riding to Ashburn tonight for a friend’s birthday party. I’m sure I’ll have a great time, but then other people will probably show up and crap on my parade. People are a talent I rarely have.