sitting in

There is nothing like Archie Bunkering it after a ride. 

Almost every ride ends with me sitting in this chair, re-grouping, the close calls, lost/won TLsprints, trying to gauge my fitness, sobering up.    This time off the bike, this re-aclimation to the real world, clearing my head, or just re-gaining my senses is needed.  I made it home, avoid the crash, heard a new song, or just got it done in a workman like fashion. 

the house is welcoming, I smell fresh baking bread, have some real tasty beer in the fridge.  and my problems, the leaking ceiling, and the worries over work can wait.   There are fresh sheets on the bed.
cheers! d.