So why didn't I post yesterday? Let's see...Should I be creative? Or tell it straight? Ha! Me, doing anything straight. What a concept!
Anyway...After my first longish ride of the year--which I did on my fixed gear--instead of taking a bubble bath or doing something sensible like that, I did some work. And got about three hours of sleep. No, I take that back: That's how much time I was in bed. And then I went to work.
So, when I got home last night, late, I went almost immediately to bed...and to sleep, even after having eaten a takeout dinner with way too much sodium and having drunk some tea.
I couldn't have slept any better-- not in my grandmother's arms, not in the plushest bed in Buckingham Palace, nor even in the Bed and Bike Inn--than I did last night. I slept so deeply that the fog didn't have to come in on little cat's feet (This is probably the only time I will ever quote Carl Sandburg; Do you forgive me?). It could have echoed in one of the horns of the boats in the harbor and I would have dreamt through it--and not remembered what I dreamt.
Nights like last night make me believe that nothing's better than cycling-induced sleep.
Anyway...After my first longish ride of the year--which I did on my fixed gear--instead of taking a bubble bath or doing something sensible like that, I did some work. And got about three hours of sleep. No, I take that back: That's how much time I was in bed. And then I went to work.
So, when I got home last night, late, I went almost immediately to bed...and to sleep, even after having eaten a takeout dinner with way too much sodium and having drunk some tea.
I couldn't have slept any better-- not in my grandmother's arms, not in the plushest bed in Buckingham Palace, nor even in the Bed and Bike Inn--than I did last night. I slept so deeply that the fog didn't have to come in on little cat's feet (This is probably the only time I will ever quote Carl Sandburg; Do you forgive me?). It could have echoed in one of the horns of the boats in the harbor and I would have dreamt through it--and not remembered what I dreamt.
Nights like last night make me believe that nothing's better than cycling-induced sleep.
