"Under the weather" is such a strange expression.
But, for the past week, it's how I responded to anyone who asked how I felt. That, even though my respiratory system remained murkier and even more toxic than the Gowanus Canal through the week's meteorological cycles: the mid-summer-like heat and humidity that cooked us until Thursday, that afternoon and evening's storm, and the autumnally crisp air and clear skies that have reigned ever since.
All I've managed to do, apart from a few errands, is two hours on Tosca, my fixie, late this afternoon.
It seems as if everyone else in the world has been riding a bike. I know I should be happy for them. I just wish I could be one of them, even if I don't plan on riding with them.
But, for the past week, it's how I responded to anyone who asked how I felt. That, even though my respiratory system remained murkier and even more toxic than the Gowanus Canal through the week's meteorological cycles: the mid-summer-like heat and humidity that cooked us until Thursday, that afternoon and evening's storm, and the autumnally crisp air and clear skies that have reigned ever since.
All I've managed to do, apart from a few errands, is two hours on Tosca, my fixie, late this afternoon.
It seems as if everyone else in the world has been riding a bike. I know I should be happy for them. I just wish I could be one of them, even if I don't plan on riding with them.
