Froze my toes off this weekend to get an outside ride. The fisti has a rear flat and I haven’t yet gotten it together to figure out if I have the right tools at home to change it. So I rode my geared cross bike, which made me feel bad as I was called out over the weekend for not riding singlespeed anymore. What can I say? At least I’m riding something…

There were some cookies. These were a reward for K managing to pull it together and not get sent home from school the last three days of the week. Yes, that means he was sent home the first two days for being a jerk. On the plus side, he was not a jerk on the last three days. He was into the cookies, “chocolate and peanut butter are a perfect combination” and he called Saturday, “one of the most memorable days in a long time.” Awesome, kid. Now stop being such a PITA in school.

The sun shone. Two months ago I went swimming here, now ice clings to the shoreline. I miss summer.

Aaron and Tab brought over wine called ‘Menage a Trois’. I questioned their motives. Then we watched Spinal Tap because Aaron had never seen it. Ever. For real. Talk about sad. He’s also never seen Supertroopers. They’ve promised to bring over more wine with sexually explicit titles next week so we can continue to catch Aaron up with pop culture.

It’s like a country song. I’ve been here before. I’ll get out of it eventually.