I woke up this morning to a gloriously sunny day. Up until about a month ago it was still in the 80’s and quite humid - not any more, out come the big woolen sweaters, gloves and long coats ‘cos it’s nippy out. It’s 1:00pm and the clocks went back an hour this morning at 2am - nice to have another hour in bed.

The sun’s shining and I’m sat indoors adding to my ramblings when clearly I should be out doing something productive. Cycling, for example - perfect weather for getting a few miles in over at Prospect Park. I did most of my laundry on Thursday night, but I could always throw my bed linens in for a round of suds… wouldn’t hurt.

[what to do, what to do]

Fuck it, I’m going to get some miles in on the old Cannondale - then I’ll call ‘C’ and see what time she’d like to hang out… she moved into a new apartment on Carlton on Friday, not sure of the cross street, but it’s about 12 blocks from me, closer to Flatbush Avenue - the irony.