Waffles.

My anticipation is growing, for tomorrow the smell of waffles will accompany the taste of blood as I race at full effort to evade the hangover that tonight's award celebration is sure to bring. The weather looks like it will be nice and my bike is well rested from an unwanted two week break. My legs have no form, though I am well practiced at falling on my head so I should still be able to give some illusion of professionalism.

I used to dislike this time of year because of winter's approach. I've really warmed up to it recently because there aren't any expectations, just riding and fun. I mostly only have time to ride to work these days, but that is usually good enough to keep me happy. The part that does leave me disgruntled is the way that darkness has enveloped my entire commute. I miss seeing the deer, the lakes, and the trees. Some days there is a nice reflection from the moon that makes it a bit like a late night summer boat trip. Though it is usually more common that I stare with neutral affection at a small illuminated circle a car length ahead of me. I guess a good rule of thumb is to accept it with a smile. It could always be colder.