I have been moving for the last couple of days, from the Garden District to Central City for about one month before moving to the Marigny and then on to Baltimore (don’t ask). There’s no way around it: moving sucks. There’s always one more box that needs to be packed, a loose postcard here, old corn cob holders there, and the job is just endless, not to mention the part where it totally gets in the way of my bicycling time. With the good help of friends I finally cleared myself out of the pool house, and now I have a brand new commute! I hopped on the bike late this afternoon to head to class. I was so tired and it was so hot and the headwind was so strong I was not really feeling the ride. I I was riding up Loyola when I saw this fire hydrant open and pouring water. Man, I wanted to stick my head under there and cool down like nobody’s business, but work called, so I was back on the bike to the office. Class absolutely perked me up and I got to ride my bike home is ever-so-slightly cooler night air with a slight tailwind. Better, yes, but I am itching for a real ride, for sure. Soon, soon.