I don’t really wanna talk about the weekend. Suffice to say it was extra stressful, not particularly restful, and ended Monday morning with wonderful news about middle-of-the-night policy changes at the office that mean I need to take some proposal packages I’ve been working on for the last month or two back to the drawing board.

The highlight of the weekend, such as it was, was my catching a snippet or two of conversation between two hikers half my age that I passed on the trail while pounding through a fifteen mile bike ride on Sunday that included appreciative comments about my ass. That said, fifteen miles in about an hour *and* being objectified by anonymous young women as a “slightly better than dad bod” middle aged man didn’t generate enough endorphins to overcome the general deficit of such and pervasive sense of ennui.

Not even sure what the coming week holds. I guess I have opinions on the latest headlines, of course, and have, thus far, been able to restrain my feelings of schadenfreude. I’m going to be the better man here, and wish 45, Mrs. 45, and the rest of the ever-increasing administration population who caught this thing at the superspreader Rose Garden meet-n-greet, and all the people affected at last week’s post-positive test rallies and fundrasing flesh-pressers and Sunday’s stupid drive-by well. Nobody deserves to deal with this crap, especially the 213k and counting we can’t ask about it anymore.

Just go vote for the responsible adults this time, okay?

…Anyway, the coming week. I don’t honestly know what’s coming. Probably nothing particularly significant to daily life, because daily life is work-bike-cook-sleep-repeat now, and that’s about all it’s going to be for a while. We do have the water heater install scheduled for the afternoon (with a window not quite as wide as a cable install), though it should be painless and ideally, I can take a hot shower this evening an finally feel like something more closely resembling human for a little while.

Ideally. We all know how this year is rolling.