A lift was being worked on as I waited for the other car to arrive. I'd done something monumentally stressful and my anxiety was high.
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It was night and a storm was coming in. I left a gathering early and as I rode with care in the dark I could see crackles of lightning rent the sky.I did not get rained on.But I did bruise my arse bone and couldn't pedal the last bit as each pedal turn rubbed the sore spot across the saddle neck.I'm fat and the bike whilst solid is not designed with me in mind.
It's sorta raining in the nation's capital—a city designed by an American—and I went for a ride on my electric pushie.
It was like exploding candy for head skin.
It was a cool doco—a Netflix effort—which started off with some nice info about why prime numbers are important to insects but it was when they flipped to math and music I tapped out.