Now’s the time of year where I get angry and lethargic. I want to ride my bicycle. I want to ride it where I go, which is mostly work and the library, but for obvious reasons, those are important places for me to be.
Well, luckily, that time has come. The glacier on the hill near my apartment finally melted. And the luge course that once was Chauncey Hill is now merely a steeply sloping sidewalk of death.
This means we can put the homemade flamethrower plans on hold and finally enjoy the weather. That’s right, we’re playing Xbox with the window open. And Betty is free to roam once again.