Although the majority of my time is spent exercising the left half of my brain, I like to think that there is a little creativity rattling around in my head, some where. But years of dense unexpressive writing are hard to reverse, so that is all I can muster here. Sorry.
It would be nice to write like this.
And apparently Nick Waite is a bike messenger in Brooklyn. Far cry from finishing ToC in Feb, but I don’t think you can go wrong so long as you’re going on a bike.
Back to work.
