Fear of some inchoate and nonexistent fate or nemesis prevents me from honestly missing the days when I used to be bored. Somehow the past month or so has seen my acvtivity skyrocket. The bike's certainly changed a great deal. Among other things, it's taught me to be more attentive to the grades of roads (on which I now ride generally exclusively) and swells which I'd never even notice while walking. Ann Arbor's not terribly hilly downtown, but once you leave, they start to buck and swell every which way, especially towards the Huron River. The bike, in turn, leads to my trying to swim every week. I finally went to Fuller Pool, which had kept me away with its alarmingly long lap lanes (100m, but keep in mind I hadn't swum regularly in some years), but it hasn't turned out to be a problem. It's a gorgeous place to be, especially in full sunlight, and the water feels great.

 Captivating as all this doubtlessly is, I think it helps to explain another long blog absence. Art Fair came and went with little bitching from me, this time, given all the other stuff I've wound up doing. Most of it's writing--no fiction, but at least a cover letter to send with a few stories to the handful of remaining venues out there, as well as a possible few book reviews for a local publication. There's also a collaborative artistic project on which I'm working, the details of which I can't divulge at present (long story, as you can probably imagine). As captivating as all that doubtlessly sounds, it's actually whittled my blogging subjects down to nothing. Hopefully next month will be less active and more contemplative. 

Oh God, what am I saying?