So today, my actual Saturday, turned out to be as busy as most workdays I have lived through, starting with a run to the Post Office to grab some Priority Mail envelopes for shipping Bicycle Fixation products, on to my mother's house (now no longer her home) to take in the trash cans and check the mail, then on to the house where my son and ex live to check the toilet. (They rent from my mother, whose agent I am.)
Next I rode up to Hollywood Boulevard to meet with some folks at a photo store, and finally to a three-hour meeting at the Bike Writer's Collective to wrangle out improvements to the city's bicycle plan, which could certainly use some improvement.
The bicycle meeting lasted three hours, and was pretty productive, which is not always the case with meetings.
By the time it let out, the sun was almost down, and I rode home under golden skies that darkened slowly to deep indigo, clear and vibrant as only desert skies can be, washed clean by a modest rain last night.
Not many miles today, but all of them good miles. A Saturday despite the chores and meetings.