And a very good Monday Morning to you. I know I'm fine, but then I don't have to work today. There are chores galore, though that always seems to be the case. Laundry is stacked and ready to be washed. The shorts, and shirts, and socks I use for cycling (and now jog /walking) get washed separately with a detergent specifically designed for their fabrics. They are not casual wear.
Yesterday, a fellow associate and I dealt with a customer who had purchased a Peloton (pieces of shit bike, as I call them). Concern about putting it on her plush carpet in her office / training room is driving her to distraction. She does something with orthopedics and at one point spoke of her concern about insuring her new, fake bike was level and her concern of blowing out her knee if it wasn't. At least that's what I think she was talking about since her vocabulary switched to Medical Jargonese. I do not doubt for a second, that given the chance, she would turn a minor knee injury into major reconstructive surgery requiring months of physical therapy. And a scar, of course.
I do plan to go for a ride today, though I haven't a clue where it will be.
And then, of course, there was the phone call yesterday. Remember when the substance of phone calls was... well, rather naïve in relation to yesterday's call. How many future Broadway dancers can you pick out in this video.
