The ride home on Tuesday the 20th was interesting. About a mile into the ride I passed a house from which a Shih Tzu came charged at me. It was more comic than anything; I laughed and continued riding. When I stopped at the highway a half-mile down the road, what should go charging past me but the same Shih Tzu!

Holy cow!

I'm not sure how it avoided being hit, but it did, and I was able to get traffic stopped so that I could retrieve it and carry it back to its owners. I learned that its name is Sam, so I'll be able to call it by name in the future.

I rode to work yesterday, too, but not today. My legs are tired and need a break. I'm on pace for a fifty mile week, which I consider good. Actually, I dug back through my copious biking stats and discovered that when I was riding so much in 1998, fifty miles per week was about my average. So, I'm off to a good start for the year. I wish that I was actually losing weight, too, but I'm not. Maybe I really do need to be tracking calories in order to lose weight, regardless of whether I'm exercising. I've never been able to lose weight without calorie tracking.

On this day at foldedspace.org

2007 — 25 Minutes   In which I race from home to work, attempting to set a personal best.

2006 — Pop Buys Pop   In which my Uncle Stanley is a very frugal man.

2004 — Ants of Mystery   In which the ants are not only invading our house, but they're also invading our shrubbery!

2003 — Snatch, turn, suck, drop, hop   In which Kris and I watch a bird in the cherry tree. Might this lead to a hobby someday? (He asks with three years of hindsight.)

2002 — U2: A Love Story   In which I loved U2. (Loved, not love.)