This is a part of that roof project I wrote about earlier this week.

They’ve roped off two-thirds of the front of the University Center, to the left, for safety purposes. To the right of that is this crane. Behind the crane, and obstructed from view here, is a sidewalk that leads to a small dining courtyard and to the University Center Annex.

So that area to the left of this picture has security tape. They let me walk right through those arches in the background, right under that load of — I don’t know what they are lifting, but let’s call it steaming hot tar — as they were moving into onto that section of the roof.

I half-jogged, for safety, always with an eye on that big sled of steaming hot tar. Or cotton balls, or whatever it was.

Pedaled 15 miles today. I’m so far behind I’m backtracking on the bike. The next few weeks should be a lot of fun on my legs as I try to catch back up. The good news is that one of the hills in town that vexes me is starting to crack. Oh it still killed me today, but I am developing a strategy on it. I’m going to conquer it. Soon.

I say that in the hopes that you will think of it as some ominous peak that is forever covered in low clouds. It feels like it when I try to ride over it. One day I measured it on the map. That was disappointing. And by disappointing I mean I am not a very good rider.

That’s OK, though. It is Friday. I grilled us steaks. We had a delicious dinner and a nice evening and both pretended to not be sore from our respective rides. All is right in the world.

Yes, I realize all of the weekly features did not return after the holiday. I only noticed yesterday. Next week they’ll be back, I promise.