Pretty Amazeballs

On the twenty-sixth of May I wrote up stats for the bike ride.  The ride in all was 57 miles and we climbed 2000 feet.  We also descended 1700 on the last day.  Pretty amazeballs.

I had a dream where I was sharing the house with the family.  I also tried to wake myself up.  I saw something in a window while lying down and thought that hissing would help me to wake up.  It didn’t.  Instead I dreamt that I saw something in the hall and got out of the bed I was in and went to look at it.  I found a high school classmate hanged with a look on his face like I had couaght him in a practical joke.  The whole episode was comically macabre.  I think I was yelling and I grabbed him—maybe to “save” him—but his pants were sopping wet.  The whole dream was really creepy.

I awoke and in time realized that I could catch the early train.  I struggled to get to the door then but in the end I made the train fine.  The trip was boring and likewise VTA left later than I had anticipated.  I had breakfast and then came upstairs.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.