Monday

Working Mondays is always a chore after an adventure-filled Sunday. Traveling 63 miles by bike with a lowest elevation of 2000 ft and a highest elevation of 5500 ft this Sunday taxed my body quite a bit, but apparently not enough to allow me to sleep through the night. I slept, sure, on and off for 8.5 hours, although the process was quite disturbed and overall unsatisfying. I woke up at 7:15 for my 7:30 start at work, dreading the tiresome day that lay ahead. So goes the Monday.