Again I Revert To Childhood

This morning, I rode a spiffy RED bike, with those old fashioned handlebars (complete with a little bell & horn) down the road to Einstein Brothers' bagels. I had a helmet on, and a purple backpack full of my "homework." So instead of the fourteen I was in buying condoms a week or two ago, I am now approximately eleven. But all the grown ups were at work, and I didn't have a car (nor actually want one) available, and was jonesing for sugar and caffeine. It was fun. My back, however, is still a bit sweaty. I wonder if, like small boys who are out playing in the yard, I smell like a wet dog. That would be unfortunate, really.

Tomorrow, I go home. As long as the airline cooperates and lets me get on a plane (I fly Space Available-- and this weekend, there was negative Space A). I am anxious to do so, since my poor kitty has been lonely. Poor thing.

And today-- bellydancing costume playing! WOOOOOOH!

Oh, and I forgot to mention yesterday's mountain climbing and swimming pool visit. Altogether, an active weekend. Phoenix, despite its heat, has a lot more outdoor activities than San Antonio. No wonder SA gets "most unfit" city all the time. There's nothing to do outside there, other than walk on the river, and no one but tourists and those locals dragging the tourists around to the Alamo & stuff go there.

Anyhoo. Maybe more later. But as you can see, I'm quite busy. I may have to, in the spirit of my eleven year old self, go chew some really smelly bubble gum later.