Important Life at Home

Only biking 11 miles feels as if something is lacking. 

Not getting on the road and pedaling through the day seems as if I’m bereft of something.

But I’ll be back at it soon—making my way to Georgetown, SC—I’ve already reserved the car back and lodging.

But there is important life at home to be lived in the interim.

I’m certain I’ll be back love/hating every moment on US 17 soon enough.

Here: random shots of the bike on a drumlin atop Peter’s Hill with Boston in the distance — the Arnold Arboretum will be a tranquil stand-in for the immediate future…

What I’m Reading:

Getting started is partly stalling, stalling by way of reading and of listening to music, which energizes me and also makes me restless. Feeling guilty about not writing.

— Susan Sontag / “The Art of Fiction No. 143” / The Paris Review