Day 201
My word of the day is FUCK! It is so versatile. Fucking what! Fuck you! Fuck off! Fucking hell! You fucker! Oh Fuck! Well thats fucked that! Your fucked! Fuck me! What the fuck! Well I’ll be fucked! You’ve got to be fucking joking! How fucking much? I could go on but I think Ive made my point.
I don’t often feel depressed but I fear that I might be slipping into that state. My accident last week has not helped and the strain that has put on Wendy. I am hoping it is temporary lull and that my normal equilibrium will return. It could be the culmination of the years events and I’m sure I am not alone and there are many who are far worse off. The strain on everyone this year has been elevated to a level that for many is unbearable!
One of the most annoying things is watching people going for their early morning runs passing my window as I eat breakfast, knowing I cannot as usual go out on my bike. Not only am I injured but the bike is a wreck!
I have narrowed my choice of replacement bike, to 5 models and brands. Under normal circumstances I would be visiting the bike shops. Aside from the fact that we are still completing our quarantine, the current Covid restrictions do not encourage going out to the shops. I could buy online but a bike is a very personnel thing and has to been seen and tried. One thing has struck me reading a lot of reviews online, it is very seldom that the reviewer says anything too bad about any of the machines tested. The odd niggle but generally they are very positive, which makes me wonder, are all these bikes that good or is the reviewer not as objective as they could be?
Stay well
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