First real ride of the season today! (pictured: my beautiful and long suffering ride, a 2001 cannodale T800 that has been my only vehicle since, well, 2001). After a really patchy season last year (too much time on my butt writing), I feared the worst, but it was fantastic. We had beautiful weather the whole time, managed a respectable pace, and I managed 28 miles - and I’m not shot this evening. Not bad for the first ride.
The last two days have been beautiful, and I've spent most of the time outside. It's done wonders for my mood. Even cooked the last two dinners (well, the main bits of them) on the grill. I need to do more of that. I'd like to at least work my way up to 'competent'. (the kebabs saturday had two meat bits that were still raw inside, so Calliope dined well). Yesterday we had pork kebabs with moorish spices (it makes more sense if you think of it as a spanish recipe) with saffron rice. Today it was steak, salad, and quinoa with sauted chard. I see this to make the foodies jealous. :P
The sunshine was enough to overpower the "I'm never going to make my yard pretty and oh, shit, my neighbor has a dead raccoon in his junk pile" blues. :P