7-2-17 1:42PM
This morning I rode my bike to the Grafton bridge and back, about 7 miles. Maybe a half-dozen others, two walkers, four bicyclists, were on the trail. The walkers were huge but hey, they were out walking. One bicyclist passed me, I passed two others. The two I passed were both in their fifties, maybe, without helmets. They did not appear to be in a hurry or interested in breaking a sweat.
I used to ride twenty miles, easy, all the way to Cedarburg and sometimes Mequon and back. Small steps, if any.
Since then I applied to a job at a charter school in Walker’s Point. I made German noodles, which were kind of gross, actually, maybe too old, with corn. Whiskey and I stood on the front lawn after the rain’s first wave. N is upstairs on his computer. His room is clean. I think he likes the current space. I tried to read on the couch but mostly fucked around on my phone.
Applying for jobs does not feel like a priority. I’m still waiting to hear from last week’s interview. They called at least one reference. The 4th of July puts a pause on all that.
I’m wearing a brown button down and checkered pajama pants.
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