I really should have gone to bed before two o'clock this morning, but I was up by seven, and I did wake the boys up and get them moving toward clothes and breakfast, and I did get The Boy's lunch. Big Brother is opting to buy lunch today because they're having barbecue trukey and/or pork.
Yes, the menu does say "trukey," and yes, we have resorted to calling it that. It's kinda like when your very young, not quite speaking clearly/correctly child refers to granola bars as "goobahs" and it sticks so that years later you say it without quite thinking. I'm sure my mother still sometimes refers to "bibbits."
I could have gone back to bed, but I seem to have just as much trouble waking up after that little bit of extra sleep, so I made my first cup of coffee of the day and decided just to stay up.
As our weather turned cold and business dropped on the square my place of employment ditched one of the day shifts. This weeks sees us getting warmer weather, and with that there's every chance we'll have busy-ish lunches, or at least busy enough to need that third person back.
I should be off today, but I'm going in at eleven to be the third person for a couple of hours. And since I'm up I can leave the house by ten. I won't feel like I'm having to pedal so damn hard just to be at work on time, and I can finally explore some alternate routes that may or may not be almost just as bad as the basic route I've been riding to get to work.
Also, I really need to get my ass in gear and move closer to town, but that's really not the point at all right this moment.
I am slowly getting the hang of proper gear shifting, or at least shifting that feels proper. But in this town it seems like a true art, because we have lots of hills. Mostly I'm doing fine, avoiding most of the worst hills, but I'm also learning that there is always going to be at least one big hill between me and my destination.
I shouldn't complain, though I will, because the ride has to be good for me. I'm sure I'm going to be in decent shape before too long, but I also need to get in the habit of eating better. The machine can't work properly without enough fuel, and my eating habits have sucked so much for so long that it's difficult to change.
And now I have another hour before I want to be rolling down the driveway. I'm feeling the sleepiness that wants to push me back under the quilt. And I'm fighting the voice in my head that's telling me I could sleep for an hour and be up and ready to go on time. I'm fighting that voice because I know better.