I suppose I could be more than repetitive, but repetitive days are what summer gives me. Hot and an almost cloudless sky, day upon day, piled high, one on top of the other. One works with what one has.
On one hand, I am smitten with excessive laziness.
On the other hand, I rolled out at 5:10am, pedaled 1.5 hours, and arrived before sunrise so I could have my coffee at just this spot…and at just this time.
Mrs. Pondero might tell you that I work harder at being lazy than I do at being productive.
But let’s not ask her, ‘kay?
So, three hours of pedaling and three hours of lakeside lollygagging.