Woke up early today because Mom called for advice on car trouble, so I rode the new bike in. Man that puts a smile on your face.

While riding around the ‘hood last night, I saw in some high windows at Rainer Cold and saw a couple people practicing a dance routine on roller skates. Jarrod and Tori joked that it’s a part of Georgetown that only Dookie and I see.

But of course, there are more tall bikes out there. I pulled up to the 9lb and someone standing outside commented on wanting to ride a tallbike and I told him to have at it, just put it back when he’s done. I went inside and met Chris who had popped up from wherever he dissappears to. We were sitting at the bar talking about how he used to see more in Tucson, and Jessie pipped up about how a couple Dead Babys live upstairs with tall bikes. Outside guy came in, sat down with her, and every few minutes for the next twenty groaned about how falling while trying to get off the bike was going to hurt in the morning.

Life is pretty much back to normal. Well, I got an okcupid message from a far away land early this morning that leads with, “wow! you are like the most normal person ever, if normal was what I thought it was before I broke out of the bubble that was my sheltered youth.” Sarcasm? Huh? Who knows. Maybe I’ll ask.

But so life is pretty much back to normal. Except that one thing, but I’ve done everything I can there, it’s out of my hands.