The BF away on the East Coast for several months, Miss P ill, and others off elsewhere, I found myself alone, wondering what mischief I might achieve. There was frost on the carport. I contemplated staying in bed with my favorite bonbons. I bid adieu to the thought of the 9am club ride as I had no desire to bike in 48 degree temperature. The photo above is of Mt. Um. But I am getting ahead of myself.
I am a 50 year old wuss who doesn't like cold weather. Which reminds me. Earlier in the week, I ran into a club member. We got to chatting.
Me: I turned 50 earlier this month.
He: You don't look a day over 35. Have you lost weight, too?
Me: Remind me to tell The BF.
He: A woman like you, I am surprised that you don't have several men in your life.
Me: Keep it coming Mister.
Ah, a fellow flirter. How delightful. Now, where was I. Oh yes, back to this morning. Around noon, I decided to check out the Sierra Azul Open Space Preserve.