It’s a mid January Sunday, 2018. A little after 10am. It’s 18 degrees outside my windows. I’ve already finished my daily workout. Arsenal and Bournemouth are finishing a game in the background as I write this. (Bournemouth won 2-1. David has beaten Goliath today.) I’ve run out of household jobs to do. If this were a perfect day (That is to say warm enough to ride any respectable distance even when wearing all the heavy bike clothing I have available to me), I’d be miles away on my bicycle.
So writing is my refuge for the moment. I’ll go to the bookstore and find something new to read perhaps, or I’ll get out for a walk later, but what my heart would have me do is not the least bit comfortable in sub freezing temperatures. Being single, I don’t have anyone else to make claims on my time. I don’t see that as a disadvantage. I’m not necessarily quiet, but I have some fairly quiet habits. People all over on this cold day have the same problems that I do. So I’m even done paying bills, and I’m thinking about what else to do, and I’m happy that I’m in a place in my life where my biggest worry is what to write today.
I’ve got a little bike maintenance I can do, but what I really need to do is take my bike to the shop and get a yearly service. I’ll get the cables replaced, re-tape the bars, get the drivetrain adjusted, and probably replace the chain. For now, here at home, the best I can do is keep the bike clean and the drivetrain in good condition. It’s days like this that make me think of things to do. Chores get put off when the weather allows me to be more active. So this is the kind of cold, antiseptic day that makes chores interesting.