tulokyn

 I just got back from an unplanned little jaunt up to Mountain View. Shamus texted me shortly after leaving work, because his back tire had gone flat. He went back inside to figure out what to do, since his phone died in the midst of our frantic texting back and forth. Turns out there's a bike shop a short distance away from his workplace, so I offered to bike up and meet him there. He only had half an hour to get there before they closed, so away we both went.

I took the time to scribble down the directions, pack a "cheer up" cookie for Shamus, and spray my exposed skin with a light coat of sunscreen, since I had scrubbed all the day's earlier stuff off in the shower after I went for a swim. I ran out the door, then ran back in after going down a floor, since I realized I would probably need my bike gloves. Unfortunately, I was downstairs on the sidewalk before I realized I needed my sunglasses, but I decided to forgo them in the interest of rushing to my husband's side. 

( and onward... )