quarantined-ish day 35

Quarantined-ish Day 35
Tuesday, April 21, 2020 - OKC, OK

4:01am
Back to baking at Elemental. Have I already said I want to do this forever? It’s just me and a bunch of flour with reruns of Frasier (perhaps the wittiest show ever) playing on my phone in the background.

7:10am
Contagion sends a strikingly insightful Medium article. The gist: write line by line. The sentence you’re writing now should make the reader want to read the next sentence, and you keep going until you’re done. It’s masterful in its simplicity. I resist the urge to open subsequent suggested articles, as I have some work goals to complete this morning. Go me! And I think I just time hopped backward thirty years with that cheer.

11:06am
For literally the first time since July 4th last year, I pull out my bike and discover where all of my hair clips have gone. I wonder what I need to dust off to find my missing socks.

11:50am
I pick Wendy up at Carey Place and we ride to the newish MAPS trail. We follow it to the river, and run into Contagion and his little at the Boathouse. It stuns me because I’d literally just said his name, and I confuse everyone by only verbalizing half the words that are in my head. As we part ways, Wendy asks if he knew I’d be there, and I remind her that we didn’t even know we’d be there. A few minutes later, I narrowly save myself from a low velocity spill and then immediately run over glass. Given my cycling history, I’m amazed that it took this long for a mishap. Heading down the south side of the river, we encounter no less than four signs telling us to detour for construction. This is an adventure, as we squeeze through the first chain link fence opening, and then pass our bikes over and scale the next one. Bikes mean freedom, even as forty-something women. We end up with just over 40 miles and two bruised butt bones. Or four, rather, because she also has two.

6:00pm
I have messenger meeting with Emily the yoga business coach. She’s impressive beyond measure and strengthens my belief in what I’m doing with OYC. She makes me grateful for this pause button, once again, and I find myself in an encore of considering the intricacies of timing.