I sit trying to disambigulize my day.  I won't have any luck, I pretty much knew that when my eyes first popped open this morning.  I felt like doing a majestic ride/race.  I raced, attacked, sat in, worked hard, but still no single purpose.   I should put this in a race log,: "felt weird."   

post race stops coming down the turnpike, Maple Acres Farm

Whole foods beer, pizza and growler fill.

Friday night was a fine night, sat in the park and chatted with Lee.

all in all this stuff rattles away in the brain looking for its nook of purpose.
cheers, I shall toast you with some Duchesse  De Bourgogne.

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