It’s the first day of our workweek, but I’ve been reminding myself all day that not only is it still the weekend back in the US, but it’s an extra 10 hours behind us. That means the clock can’t start ticking on “we’ll let you know this week” for another 24 hours at least.
Tick-tock. I bought myself a bike at a garage sale yesterday in anticipation of moving close to school. It has a wire basket on the back, a la Miss Gulch/Wicked Witch of the West and I love the idea of riding around downtown with my knitting and my books. Of course it’s too hot to ride for the next 6 months, but I can dream.