This weekend we visited with my folks down the road aways. The four of us went out one night for a lovely steak dinner and we all felt like celebrating:

Because if you get a steak that good — oh, so, so good — you should celebrate it.
Rode my bike to the office this morning. On my thus far preferred route I actually go through the woods and over the river creek.

And then I have a half mile of a walking path, with a picturesque barn set off to the side:

After that there’s a roundabout, and one long residential uphill to campus. It is about 4.5 miles. Takes about 15 minutes. Twenty if I’m carrying my bag and am trying not to sweat.
It isn’t a long enough trip, by any means, to make me think of steak again. But I’m thinking of steak again.

















