Why oh Why Wallet, doth thou Forsake me so oft?

Apparently the sky was listening when I challenged it. As many of my friends know, especially you Mr. Carter, I tend to misplace my wallet a lot. Usually by leaving it behind at my apartment or wherever I happen to be staying. Last night I left it in the upstairs Men's bathroom of the community college extension that I have begun taking some classes at, having removed it amidst the process of changing back into my wet slacks to ride out into the rain once more (No money for rain pants in the budget yet). Of course, I only realized I had done so when I had ridden my bike four miles to the train stop and taken the train past enough stations that I would have been hard-pressed to get back to the extension, find someone to open up the building(ha) and make it back to the train stop to catch the last outbound train of the night.

So I decided to be positive and assume that it would be found by a good person and turned in to the lost and found. Which is exactly what happened. It helps I think, that I placed it up high, at the intersection of two of the stall beams, where it was apparently out of sight until looked for when I called asking about it.

I also bonked on the last six mile leg of my journey for the first time, though last thursday I made the trip in 23 minutes, which works out to 15 or so mph, not bad for someone who went from riding zero miles a week in the last year and a half to riding 16 miles twice a week. It would seem my food intake needs more tuning, but more on that later.

Go Obama! (Now that Kucinich has gracefully withdrawn and Edwards)