Don't come round here no more. Hey!
2:10 AM, Friday night, or rather real, real, real, early Saturday morning - Just got home from the Bike shop. I was home earlier - actually early evening yesterday. Left the shop at 7:00 PM, went home, feasted on my wife's signature fish dish, fresh asparagus, fresh corn, and to top it off, some fresh blueberry concoction pleasured my tongue with Maine grown sweetness. No sugar added, just the blueberries. Wow.
Instead of settling back and putting my feet up, I headed back to the bike shop. Folks heading out tomorrow for some serious July 4th recreating needed their rides. Overhauled a shock, finished re-spoking a wheel, and tuned up two used bikes I sold earlier.
And now it's 2:10 AM. I am just beginning to regret that 22 oz. ice coffee I fixed up before I headed back to the bike shop. Eyes open. Brain spinning. Seems I am hard into another manic moment.
And supposedly I am to show up back at the bike shop for an 8:00 AM bike ride. Made the plan before this hyper active over-reactive slice of Time came by. As bright as my candle is burning right now, it's even odds I will be comatose come time to saddle up.
Biting off more than one can chew may be cause for embarrassment at times. And though overfilling one's plate with more moments than one can consume, we often cannot help ourselves when faced with so much of Life to pick from. Making promises feels good. Following through feels better.
Where's my shot glass................