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I overslept yesterday and didn't feel too perky today. No bike ride, no walk. Saturday's fifteen miles on the bike plus two miles on my feet did me in. But I wore! my! medium! reference! jeans! on the walk to the local shindig, Bloktoberfest. This started as a modest event on our block and moved to a bigger venue a couple years ago, thank goodness. It was awfully noisy.

But I did finish washing and drying all the china and crystal and all pieces are in their assigned places. The china closet still looks pretty full but not overflowing the way it was.

Something peculiar has happened to my belly button. I am calling it athlete's umbilicus -- another side effect of hanging out in my spandex too long, I bet -- and am treating it accordingly.

I got an informal appraisal for the blue furniture I've been holding here for a decade. Not worth diddly-squat, says the appraiser. My brother-in-law and I are trying to come up with a strategy that's less disrespectful than literally kicking it to the curb.

No callus maintenance, no exercise, but I ate mindfully.