It's almost 8. Everyday I'm up before 5:30. This morning I wasn't. Planned to sleep in. Laze about relaxing. Then first true action to ride the bike. Slowly. Playfully. Prayfully. Yesterday was my friend, Paul's birthday. He passed away recently after a huge battle with cancer.
PMC I ride for Paul.
The picture: Tools of the trade from work yesterday. Load sheet. Eraser. White Out. Inhaler. Pick up slips. It was a good day.