Halftime

[howeird]

Drove to work today with the bike on the carrier, rode about 4 miles at lunchtime, down to the dump, behind it just shy of Twin Creeks where I took an access road out to Carribean, and then Moffett Pk Blvd to Crossman, where I had lunch at La Mélange and then biked back to work.

It's been very quiet, only a couple of calls, two of them Not My Problem™.

Been trying to call Mom at her new digs all day, but no answer. Phoned the main desk & got the floor nurse, who said she was either out schmoozing with the other captives inmates residents or in rehab. This time of day it's probable that Dad is there, so no use calling him at home.