As I was getting ready to head to boxing class this morning I got a phone call from Peter. He invited me to go mountain biking and I couldn't resist. I rushed around to pack for boxing and biking all at once, trying my best not to forget anything critical since his plan was to take the ferry from West Seattle across to a trail he tried out last ( Read more... )

I "move in" to Eric and Angela's house this afternoon, yet somehow nothing went as planned, despite all my efforts to not forget anything. I spent the morning packing up the car with everything I thought I'd need for several days, including both bikes, all my dirty laundry, a collection of black clothes for show nights, and even a variety of food. ( Read more... )