This is Frank speaking.

Rode in to work this morning. Air was nice, knickers were the perfect thing. A bit stiff from not riding for the last week due to tonsillitis. Dodged a few winos on my way down 41st Street. 5 miles in 25 minutes… I wanted to yell “TUESDAY!” as I rode up Clipper Mill Road into the office park megaloplex to wake up the lawyers and psychotherapists across the street.

It’s gonna be a good day!