Melody in green and orange

Hey, it's me. Remember me? The girl who used to post every other dayishly.

Yeah. Well.

I keep writing these little posts and then deciding they are too personal, or too dull, or half a thought but I don't want to tell you the other half, or I am not sure about that pic, blah blah, and then it sits there in the drafts getting cold, and who really wants cold brain mash anyway?

Which is ironic, since my brain is such a hotbed of feverish activity of late. Yes, I know, that's two warmth-related terms in one phrase. But there's a whole lot of cookin' going on up there right now.

Which is just as well, because we're headed into the coldest week thus far this winter, and I am madly strategizing ways to keep pedaling whilst also keeping my toes attached and in good working order. Not sure if it's even possible, honestly, with my current shoe-pedal arrangement, but we shall see.

They did actually clear the bridge this week, and I had a gloriously unfettered ride into town yesterday, and an only slightly icy one home tonight, which I handled well enough. Had that moment when I realized I was barreling downhill at about 20 mph and right onto a series of icy patches, kept my head when I began to skid, slowed down with my legs, braked a little in a relatively clear spot, and all in all kept control of the vehicle.

Yay me.

Yay me in several other ways this week, I think, though it's merely Monday. Again I am being cryptic, but I talked it all out with Boywich the other day, and it was all very interesting. Here's the general outline:

Everything is fixable. No opportunity is ever lost.

Also, I am a replicant, apparently. Or maybe not. Jury's still out on that one.

Aren't my clementines pretty?