Relative Something

Some days, there is nothing happening. Not today. As a fan of Olympic competition, I am like a kid in a candy store. At the moment I am writing this, I have cycling road race, or women’s football both available for viewing. While trying to write, I find myself captivated, unable to tear myself away to the kitchen to get breakfast.

I have employees working today, and feel some responsibility to make an appearance at the day job, but I also need to tend to some yard work that demands attention this morning, before an afternoon showing of our house. For that matter, there is some vacuuming that deserves to be done. First, I will need to install the new hose I just bought to replace the original one that has a rip in it.

All the while, my bicycle is calling to me. I stopped by the shop last night, and they said it would be ready to pick up, first thing today. It will be really hard to get my bike back, all fixed up and ready to go, and not be able to take it out for a test spin.

There’s probably more, but I don’t want to think of it. I’ve already got too much on my plate, clamoring for attention. I gotta go!