Rode 29 miles on the bike this morning. It was no longer morning when I got back in, but rather the beginning of a full summer day. I parked, checked the thermometer and it said 88 and going strong.
New route today, heading down the dangerous hill on which we live, out through a rural area where I was passed three separate times by the same FedEx truck, through construction, slicing through a rural light industrial area and then onto the hilly, curve fun of Wire Road.
That was the first road I ever drove on in Auburn. The road I hit a deer on (not the same day) and the route back to campus I preferred as a student. I lived just off it for two years. And now I am struggling up its hills.
Walked my bike into a gas station where the cashier observed it was becoming warm outside. Not sure how she jumped to this conclusion, perhaps it was my generally disheveled condition. Picked up a Gatorade and pressed on for the final five miles. It was a good ride, especially since I’m taking tomorrow off.
Just about caught up on the site after two weeks away. The WEM blog is up to date and the tea blog still makes me question why it exists. (When I was experimenting with the multiuser interface in WordPress last year I needed multiple blogs to do it. Otherwise, I haven’t touched the thing, clearly. The LOMO blog has plenty of catching up to do, which may be next week. This blog is just about back in shape, though. Later this week I’ll get the photo galleries a little more current. Hard to believe it has been four months since I built one of those here.
Edited video today for various things, worked on that non-profit site I’ve been nursing along. It should be done tomorrow.
And then, this evening we enjoyed our anniversary dinner. While yesterday was the big day, Monday seems to be a trendy evening for restaurants to close. So we had barbecue last night and got dressed up a bit tonight.
We visited The Warehouse Bistro which is, apparently, one of those open secrets. Never been there. Had only heard of it a few times, though it has been around for ages. It is set in the middle of an old industrial park that otherwise only vaguely looks used.
The exterior is humble enough to miss altogether, but inside, once you pass the obligatory autographs and well wishes is a nice little casual fine dining place. We were sat in the corner and met a guy a half-step too smart to be working in a restaurant, but he had the patter and did a great job. Everything was wonderful — though we skipped the $7 desserts.
I had the rack of lamb:
Quite tasty.
We came home for cookies, which should be a mandatory part of most any meal.
It was a fine start to year three. (We’re, clearly, still zeroing in on the clever name we’ll give this one. Let ya know.)
