Bikes. Parts. Chaos.
I have been away for a week. I returned yesterday. This morning I began going through 8 pages of emails and looked up the Surly blog to see what's what. I read John's last post, twice in fact, but I still am not sure what he said. I can't tell if that's due to the vacation or what. Everything feels different. I also reread the last post I wrote before leaving. "Me too, but it isn't in my job and/or cops on its ear"? I wrote that, seriously? And misspelled Whose? For the luvva Pete, I really did need a holiday. The cracks were beginning to give. During my time away many miles were traversed roughshod with friends and compatriots met along the way, etc. But those tales are not to be shared, for they are too personal and esoteric to be useful or harmless. What I can tell you is that we were baggers, and the bagger life can be pretty sweet. I am not a professional or even natural bagger, so for me now that lonely freedom is slipping back to shadow and once again I must do what I must do, though that feels good too. The important thing is that I can once again put together coherent sentences. More on that as events warrant. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming. -----