Thursday, July 18, 2013
I go to bed Friday nights feeling like we'll rise early Saturday morning to go cruising along the Illinois Prairie Path for a mile or two (or better?) But so far, we haven't risen early (enough) and we haven't ventured further than the library or the 1/2 mile to our local market for yogurt and juice or . . . something (probably toilet paper).
This Saturday is the family picnic. The picnic site is twenty some miles away. So, of course no bicycling this Saturday--at least not early. Perhaps post-return, post-nap. Perhaps.
Melody, I know is chomping at the bit to test her mettle, stretch some muscles, get some air in her hair.
But I'm not there yet. I'm trying to be, in fact, thought I was . . . but, no. Not yet.
I think. I hope. I must.
She's waiting, patiently.
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