Back in black

Today, for the first time in several years, I donned my old black leather motorcycle jacket in earnest. I rode around local roads on a borrowed Kawasaki 650 for two whole hours with friends. Now I am cold, tired, and warming up in front of an enormous log fire and feeling abso-fucking-lutely wonderful.

I think I've died and gone to heaven. Or maybe I'm just easily pleased.

I'll be happier still when my much better half is home and safe in my arms. In the meantime, things to do, people to talk to, meetings to attend. Work, work, work, work, work. Roll me over and shoot me Doris. Ooooh nice.

Time nice a having I'm.