Yesterday I met my new supervisor. OK, that’s a lie; I’ve known him for years. But yesterday I met him *as* my supervisor. And it was good.
After work, and after a little bit of grocery shopping, I dropped off a prescription and came home. I hopped on my bike (though the tires were a little underinflated) and headed out to the bike store on the way to the pharmacy. And I decided to bring my camera gear, since I figured I would get some neat pictures. And I did — this bird, for example. The guy at the bike store showed me how to use a French stem, and I inflated my tires. Man, that made a real difference — it was much easier to ride out of there than it was to ride in.
On the way back from the pharmacy, I took a new road, one that’s semi-closed to cars (53rd Avenue). And about halfway up the road, my rear tire burst. Dammit, that wasn’t part of the plan. So I called for a ride, locked up my bike near this sign being swallowed by a tree, and hiked up to Fletcher. On my way up, I got a call from Jodi, who was ready (much earlier than usual) to be picked up on campus. I explained the situation and fairly soon picked her up with ‘s help. We all headed to my place, where I fed them brownies. came over too, and we had a merry old time until I finally kicked them out around midnight. It was a good night.
Except for the bit about being woken up at 2:20am because Jodi thought Amanda was taking too long to get home from work, and getting scorn heaped on me because I expressed confidence that she would be just fine. That sucked.
But other than that, a good night.