Round-up

1. I know I have only about 4 readers who faithfully visit this blog over and over, but it's still kind of exciting to see that over 1,000 "people" have viewed this page. Thanks for stopping by!

2. Tonight I had a night off -- first time in weeks (and last time for weeks) -- but all I can do is get work done for this or that committee I'm involved with.

3. At 7:30 tonight, it was nearly dark. Does not bode well for tomorrow's evening ride. I'd like to be all zen with the seasons changing, but really I'm just a two-year-old throwing a tantrum. On the inside. Complete with kicking and screaming and all those internal lashings that come with feeling out of control and grief and loss.

4. Last Friday night I had a fund-raiser for the No on Prop 8 campaign. It was wildly successful -- great people, great wine, good food, and we raised $1200, which will be matched dollar for dollar for a total of $2400. Also, Brad Pitt announced he would contribute $100,000 to the No on 8 efforts. He didn't come to my party. He does have those newborn twins, though.

5. I turned off my ceiling fan for the first time in a long long time. See #3.

6. I'm finding that things are making me mad. I can't quite tell what it is that is making things more frustrating than usual, but I don't really feel like rolling with stuff anymore. Changes at the gym, a chorus of non-helpful input at work, non-responsive friends, greedy boards of directors, whiny cats, dark nights. . . You know, maybe it all comes down to the state of the world. An infuriating presidential race, a profoundly disappointing proposition on the CA ballot, no state budget after 79 days, a feeling that there's no where to go from here. Yeah. That might cause a little pent-up anger.

7. Sunday I road a quick 50 miles in some light hills; Monday: spinning; Tuesday: Spinning; Wednesday: spinning, Thursday: Jill ride, Friday -- what happens Friday? NCAC meeting maybe, but no bike riding (save my commute); Saturday: spinning; Sunday: long ride.
I'm tired.

8. I think we've all had enough of this whining.
If someone could just clean my house, do my laundry, and go grocery shopping for me, I will stop. Promise.