Slave to the Traffic Light

Two hundred and some miles on a steel touring bike with a sleeping bag bungeed to the rack like an idiot. I left on a Wednesday. It started raining Thursday morning and did not meaningfully stop.

Night shift Thursday into Friday, a bad one — two codes, one of which went the way they go. Drove to SPAC on no sleep because the ticket was already bought and because I did not want to be in my apartment.