I really think that anybody looking to lift their spirits should invest in road biking gear.
I can’t promise that you’ll be a good biker … in fact, you’ll likely be terrible your first few times out.
But the hip-hugging spandex shorts; the sick jersey with special pockets; the shoes that go clip-clop, clip-clop; the sunglasses that make you resemble Neo from The Matrix …
And then there’s the bike: shiny paint, sleek geometry, streamlined construction … awesome.
It doesn’t matter how many rolls are visible through the too-tight apparel or if you actually bought your sunglasses on sale at Walmart … trust me. You’ll look cool.
Good news. It appears that my roommate’s cat actually does serve a purpose.
Despite the fact that it was laying in the exact same position on the couch both when I left this morning at 8:45 and when I returned at 3 p.m., it is now running around the house lunging and diving for a fly that is buzzing at least four feet higher than her maximum jumping capability.
Needless to say that purpose isn’t killing bugs. It’s just my personal amusement.