Skunked by the rain again, but ended up doing some studio work to keep the right brain fed. Will be cloudy, but not raining tomorrow, the first non-raining day in six days. Today's itinerary will take place beginning at sunrise tomorrow (change your clocks back). When I came home from the gym, I set the Cannondale up on the trainer in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs and took a "spin." Reached in the cycling duffle and pulled out the Hilly Hundred socks and was hit with a flood of memories that are still lingering some hours later. The concession tent, the infamous Mount Tabor with it's 23% grade (after eating too much fried chicken at the SAG right before it), first year in a tent, pizza and beer...they just keep rolling on. I have the beautiful watercolor of the second to the last ride framed and hanging in my downstairs bathroom. Only did it once without you, but remember calling at the top of Tabor. Another one of our infamous intermissions.
“Here's what I think. We all want someone to build a fort with. We want somebody to swap crayons with and play hide-and-seek with and live out imaginary stories with. We start out getting that from our family. Then we get it from our friends. And then, for whatever reasons, we get it in our heads that we need to get that feeling- that intimacy- from a single someone else. We call it growing up. But really, when you take sex out of it, what we want is a companion. And we make that so damn hard to find.”
― David Levithan, Are We There Yet?