Though yesterday's seminar was worth my time, intellectually, it resulted, inevitably, in being way behind when I reached my desk today. After pushing the pace all day, I managed to get my inbox cut down to size, handle a few must-do items, and get home more or less on time - whereupon I discovered, riding into the garage, that my rear bike tire was flat yet again. (This is six times in seven rides, if you're counting - and this last, after I took it to the bike shop on Saturday.)
After some outside time and a nice dinner-and-bath routine, holy hell broke loose at bedtime - meltdown by Julia, chatter by Genevieve until 9 pm, multiple "what is going ON!" interventions by me, et cetera. Not pretty.
I did squeeze a run in there, though, which was - as usual - relaxing and fun. But I had to run past this:
This is just one of several equine intestinal incidents along the roads around our subdivision, and these follow on a few choice piles left in the Arb earlier this spring - including one that sat smack dab in the middle of the best line through a downhill curve on my way to work.
I do not like this.