The middle of summer

It’s the middle of summer, the sort where you convince yourself that the actual middle is next week. This is the same argument I made with myself last week.

Guess what I’ll be doing next week.

On today’s bike ride I decided to take a photo in a particular place, and then forgot about that entirely. I remembered it three or four miles later and realized, I’ve probably never taken a photo of this spot before.

So here you go, venturing into the deep dark forest.

You’re in the shade of the tree canopy for about 35 seconds before you’re staring back into the sun again.

I think I’m going to try something different. I’m going to take tomorrow off, and ride this same route on Saturday. Maybe I’ll go faster with a day off.

Watch, that will work, and then I’ll have to reconfigure all of my ride plans. Of course, those intricately laid plans currently consist of, “How hot is it?”

I went outside this evening and it was 79 with 90 percent humidity. I’m not sure if plants even need watering under those conditions. (The weeds don’t!) Then I made the mistake of looking at tomorrow’s weather. Tomorrow’s forecast in no way played into the weekend bike experiment. Also, look how bright that moon is.

Anyway, back to doing productive stuff. I am approaching the stage of class planning where I wonder if I have bitten off more than I can chew.

Remember, designing new classes is fun! Remember that so you can remind me of that sometime in the next month-and-a-half.

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