Does telling the morons who live below us and smoke pot and/or cigarettes all day and night to get jobs count as loving my neighbor?
I feel like an argument could be made that I’m helping them in the long run …
Back in Boulder
So the first bike ride since returning to Boulder went pretty well.
I mean, the rain I ran into wasn’t great.
And the hail was a little irritating.
The wind (and all of the little bits of rock and grit it carried with it) was pretty strong, but it didn’t knock me over.
The thunder that reverberated through the sky was a little scary.
And then the smoke that I rode through coming from the fire that was caused by the lightning that struck only a few feet from the road–that probably wasn’t my favorite part of the ride.
But all in all, not bad.