Roy is home...

...and fairly disgruntled about the Bedford house. I think he was even closer to moving in, fantasy-wise, than I was. Le sigh. But we can look at other Bedford area properties when we go down in mid August.

I had to do a few things first thing this morning and consequently missed my window for a bike ride in the cool of the morning. Since it's already in the high 80s, I think I'll pass. Venturing out to the PathMark in a rental car is about as adventurous as I plan to get -- it's forecast to go up to 96 today. I reserve the right to change my mind and bike the Lakes if I am feeling stalwart later on.

I do NOT write like

William Gibson.