Big smiles, everyone – it’s another Monday at the Space Station of Madness!

Actually, nothing has happened yet. This isn’t because any sort of sanity has returned; it’s more because I don’t really know what else COULD happen that wouldn’t make me run screaming for the nearest airlock. It’s safe to say my current status is “coping”. I’ll deal with whatever comes next when it happens, with a big cheery fake smile and oozing goodwill because I don’t dare dirty the atmosphere with my cranky aura or logical (but pushy) requests.

I’m sore and apparently a maniac. Saturday was New Bike Day, as both Shan and I got cool new bicycles. Now the 4 of us can (and already have) roam the neighbourhoods as a totally threatening posse on cruiser bikes. Saturday evening was our first group ride, and since I am a walking version of Google Earth, I led us on our first adventure. This is where the mania comes in – I am so used to riding a scooter that can keep up with traffic that I apparently took everyone on a daredevil cruise at top speeds with traffic-winding action. I didn’t mean to, of course – I was just doing what I normally do, forgetting that “normal” does not apply when on a bicycle. We all made it in one piece though, and now the norm is to remind me every few minutes that I’m NOT riding a scooter and need to go at bicycle-speed as opposed to modded-scooter-speed. The reminders are probably a good thing. I’ve already caught myself trying to accelerate with the handlebars more than once, and I really really wish my bike had a brake lock like Sally does.

Getting a bicycle means I can cross that particular goal off my list for the year. Next up: a pug!

Biiiiiiiiig smile.