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Today was a day of odd compliments. The deli guy at Whole Foods told me that I had patience to spare and not enough people had that these days. Someone else said that I was pretty natty for an engineer. The lady at the blood center said that I had great veins and tried to get me to donate platelets. One of my coworkers looked at the scriptiing language I invented in the last two days and said that I was terrifying when I pulled stuff like that out of my ass.

I have awesome veins. Yay!

This morning as I was rocketing across four lanes of snarled traffic, I was reminded of the great truism of my life: I'm calmest when I'm moving fastest. If it ever seems like all I do is work, blow money on expensive trinkets, eat, and drive...well, that's because that's about what my life boils down to. However, the driving is the most important thing in that list. I was always bigger and stronger and faster and quicker than my peers (a life of living recklessly has diminished my speed, but I have guile now--or at least tell myself I do). And being that way frustrated me no end. Everything seemed so slow, and I had to wait for everything to catch up to me.

Then I discovered my bike, and I could put myself into situations where things happened almost at the speed I wanted them to. I was indifferent about cars until I could drive, and then I was hooked. I could finally make the world move at a speed whre my mind would quiet down, and I could just exist. Discovering the amazing, moving system that is traffic was just icing. I love that my greatest peace comes at triple-digit speeds.

Vacation time. Take care of yourselves and be safe.