...he was having a particularly crappy day. That crappy day turned into a crappy week, but then but Friday at 6 PM (aka Quittin' Time) all was good.

The weekend has been filled with gorgeous weather and exploring local neighborhoods on my bike. All week long I thought of nothing else but riding my bike around. It's as if all of the week's woes and stresses melt away while I'm pedaling through my town.

Today, while biking into uncharted neighborhoods, Deek and I ran across something truly frightening. A woman, late sixties or so, on her bike. She was a strange orange color. Maybe a sunless tanning lotion gone bad. She looked like a cross between Elaine La Lanne and Leni Riefenstahl. But here's where the scary part starts.

She started cat calling us. "Woof!" she yelled from across the street.

I wish I were joking.

After she yelled out that Deek had great legs and we were both "good-looking fellas," we quickly made a detour into cul-de-sac hell just to get away from her.

And now here's an even scarier something. I'm leaving in a few hours to fly to Oklahoma for my grandmother's funeral. I have very mixed feelings about seeing a family who feel like a bunch of strangers to me again. I'm bringing lots of music and things to read in hopes of thwarting actual conversation. It seems to work best that way.