I think I’ve gone too far.

I finished reading Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow yesterday.

…would have been a neat way to start this post. The truth is, I finished it two days ago and have since been struggling to find my next read. I’m currently sampling Adrian Tchaikovsky’s novel, Children of Time. I’m not sold on it yet. For starters, am I ready for another sci-fi novel so soon after Project Hail Mary? I don’t think there are gonna be aliens doing jazz hands in this one.

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I will never listen to your voicemail. 

(I started writing this post yesterday.)

Happy International Women’s Day!

A lifetime of suffering, one day of celebration!

-Alexa

Once again, I empowered women by enriching their knowledge of bikes and letting them in on the secret that men generally overstate their bike maintenance know-how. Truly, I have yet to meet a non-bike mechanic whose skills match their claims. I’ve definitely been “well, ackshually’d” by these men the few times I’ve tried to give empirical advice.

Fine. Enjoy your garbage bike, you smug man.

As soon as I got home from the three-hour repair clinic, I scrubbed the grime from my fingernails, eager for a more ladylike diversion. My order of yarn from Denmark arrived while I was in Vancouver and passed through customs without incurring any duty fees.

There was only one thing stopping me from starting on my army of Koroks: this blog post. I can’t keep Zoée waiting for my recap of my extra-queer, birthday-flavoured trip to Vancouver.

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Back to un-grinding gears.

This turned into my reality on Sunday:

At least I skipped the period where it’s dark out when I make my descent into the basement to wrench for the next 8 hours, and dark again when I resurface. I can’t remember the last time my mental health had been this stable throughout winter. I am proud of what I accomplished during those four months: many craft projects, Zwift racing, running, reading, cake decorating, and even a science experiment.

Now it’s time to earn real coin for grander adventures, such as my next overseas cycle tour trip. Destination: Ljubljana, Slovenia via London, UK.

With time, I may even save up enough money to shop at the antique store next door to the bike shop. The other day, I spotted this bronze statuette depicting role playing during the Roman Empire.

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