I've started a new desktop support job. So my mind is a little focused on learning new routines.
It also means things writing-related have been back-burnered.
My new job is too far away to walk to, but close enough that I feel guilty riding a car there. The bus routes, unfortunately, are awkward enough that it would probably take less time to walk than it would to take a bus. So that leaves me with the biking option.
On one hand, riding a bike to work will be good exercise, and it is good for the planet. On the other hand, I stopped riding my bike to work after being rear-ended, on my bike, stopped at a stop-sign, by a car. Luckily, I wasn't knocked over, but my shoulders were a little jerked and I was lucky that I wasn't propelled into busy traffic. Oh - and this was on a bike route.
Anyway, my bicycle is in the shop (after about eight years of neglect) and I should be riding off to be productive some time next week. On a new route. Through school zones.
Now if I can only find that kryptonite lock key....